Drop That

[Intro] "Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop that" You know what I'm saying? I taught both of them what they know already I'm tired of them ignoring the facts "Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop that" "Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop that" "Just kick a little something—" [Verse 1: Crooked I] Another hot sixteen, I'ma (Drop that) Suede Hermes skirt, she gon' (Drop that) Just caught another charge but they (Dropped that) I peeled off in the coupe with the top back Ride one deep with the semi in the carpool Sippin' on Hennessy, my front seat's a barstool Nah, this dope lyricist don't need an ink pen I think of unlimited quotes Either see me in the streets with that infamous chrome heater Or fuckin' more bitches than a polygamist cult leader See the old school mash out Diamond-encrusted gear shift, that's how I throw stones in a glass house Bitches, they think my name is Adam ATM, hope I pull some cash out, that's out, ha I just tell them chicks "Hit the dance floor" And drop that like the bumper of my 6-4 [Chorus: Young Knox] Rollin' down the block in my 6-4 All a nigga know is how to get dough See them niggas hatin' on me, you better stop that And tell the DJ to drop that [Verse 2: ChrisCo] I can't relax like a wack recliner, my fuckin' raps'll blind ya Smokin' Red and Meth, sippin' on Aunt Jemima From the D to South Carolina All these hoes think my dick is a pacifier I'm spittin' rapid fire You still shootin' blanks, still makin' new mistakes Yeah, you and that stupid face I got my representation, I'll never lose a case I'll take the boss', the lieutenant's and the shooter's place He who says he's better just hallucinates Me? I got that clear vision And from my music an orgasm's what your ear's gettin' This is real spittin' but y'all is still trippin' I move weight, y'all pill flippin' Pushin' a Chevy from the '70s, supplyin' dispensaries Pussy gets wet when anybody mentions me In my fresh D fitted, no Sox hat Bringin' the flame when they tell me to drop that [Chorus: Young Knox] Rollin' down the block in my 6-4 All a nigga know is how to get dough See them niggas hatin' on me, you better stop that And tell the DJ to drop that [Verse 3: Young Knox] Twelve hundred on some kicks, bitch, I drop that I don't even look at the price, I just cop that Cash out for a ki and I rock that I don't mean the hood when I say I'm bringin' the block back Where the money at? Wherever Knox at I'd take a bullet 'fore I say that nigga 'Pac back Unlimited ammo when I shoot They call me Hologram Man, reflective panels on the coupe How these wack rappers spit that lame, they shouldn't drop that I'm like a father how I whip that 'caine Where the hoes at? You know I got 'em Lift a pair you bought her in the air, them red bottoms I'm gettin' money with Crooked Letter and ChrisCo I got a ratchet with me, I don't mean a bitch, though (Nah) Semi-automatic, that's a pistol Glock .23, thirty shots in the clip, bro [Outro] "MC's— " "Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop that" "Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin'" Rollin' down the block in my— Rollin' down the block in my— Rollin' down block in my 6-4 All a nigga know is how to get dough "Drop—, Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop—"