paroles de chanson Straight Drop x 3 - ASCO

As'... Mulli', Gang, Gang
See it's Boogie in the buildin'
Straight Drop, times four
Aye, Look

It's like As' be the truth, these niggas all frauds
Mulli' in the bank, and mulli' on course
I'm talkin' straight cash, cause I don't take shorts
Twenty, all scores, and that's for the door
Baddie in Dior, got her on her fours
Top me like she owe me, until it lockjaw
This weight's moving shaky, it needs to lock more
I'm only doing straight drop, you know the drop's raw
Straight drop four, that's for the fans
Yeah the boy's back, back with a bang
I straight drop all my grams
The flake lock, no maj'
And when the weights gone, you better know that's big racks
My bitches all bad, my baddies all mean
The batty so fat, she gotta jump in her jeans
Hella junk in her trunk, and her front hella clean
She whispered in my ears, "you the man of my dreams"
I told her baby this reality, and that's a dream
'Cause I was never seen, goin' cunch for the peas
Point-three's on the 'B, and the same on a dubs
Fiends hit me for a lump
I hit em' with the teeth
Getting mulli' with the team
My killys all clean
I put in extra time when my racks got low
My ratch' touch souls, my trap does O's
That's O's on O's these bands won't fold
Hundred bags up in jewels, fifty bag wardrobes
Louis or the Gucc'
Giuseppe, never wore those
Rap-trappin' two moves, doin' four shows
Crack's straight crack, I stretch that with raw nose
The phone's turnt up, that's what that raw does
If my dargs rise up, that's no less than four slugs
At the shows with the Tuggs
Still keep the four tucked
They hate you even more, when you're getting more love
Couldn't give four fucks, 'cause the love's all fake
I got the peng, tell a friend, from the dubs to the slate
And all my gyal stay peng, got face, with shape
Got mulli' on the way
Coolin' off with bae
And she be on face... time to her mate
I got her in the passie, we're cruisin' round the way
And when, OT popped down I was movin' Yay
Gettin' money both ways
Sippin' Rose
My weed all purple, roll me a soul plane
Never wife a hoe, you know these hoes straight
Two workers, workin' shifts, I make them both rotate
My nigga got caught up, now that nigga so strange
I whip the Benz more time, but got the Rolls for the day
Whip the Yola no benz, riding with the loaded '10
No lights in the trap, all night with the cats
They be comin' back and forth all night for this crack
For this light, they do laps
Dropped five on the Wap
Try go to war with us, you're getting fried with the MAC
Big tools for the opps
Big jewels for the Thots
Came through hella clean, from the jewels, to the drop
Niggas hate my guts cause they ain't got what I got
But I did more than a lot, to get all that I got
I got these niggas sick, mad
Gettin' big bags
Same pricks that be mad, his chicks on my dick bad
And she just wanna blow Jack
If I take her for the night, then she ain't tryna go back
My soldier bringing back racks
I send him with them O's back
Big facts
Outro]
Straight Drop, times four (Gang)
Mulli' way
Smooth
Clean Cut