Straight Drop

[Intro] Straight, pieces Straight, pieces Saint shit [Verse 1] Straight drop, pieces of a kilo over stovetop Swimmin' in a pot, add ice, let it cold lock Split with you and yours, two fives get a whole rock Razors cut a cool twenty grand off a soap block (Drop) New gospel like I'm standing on a soap box Tell them spread the word, baby, Franklin got a dope spot I mean, it ain't dope, but it's dope like how dope locks Everything up in you 'til the ticket on your soul drops (Drop) Most fear what they don't understand The coast clear, baby, open your hands, I see you interested Rumors got you eager to dance, you need a stеm with it You can thank me in advance, don't evеn mention it Started on consignment Black market is black bargain, seen the fine print, had to realign shit You ain't seen heaven if you never seen a dime hit Leanin' over squares, base hits complete a diamond, right? Got it working And now it's me and Claudia juggling bottle service Keep it behind the curtains Ain't a Lenny or a Ray-Ray that can interrupt a payday A bag'll make you cut off your nose to try to save face A bag'll make you body your man without the melee You ever need some ends, you know where to find pay grade Sweetest dream hitting as long as the sleep missing If you ain't cut for it, I'm guessing we bleed different Straight drop (Drop) [Chorus] Yo, doubt it now if you want 'Til I bring it back around, all up front I call it straight drop Circlin' around 'til we done (Yeah) Pot whippin' 'round 'til I'm numb I call it straight it drop Got it off the ground from the jump (Yeah) Bet I got the town in the tuck I call it straight drop God levels in the town when we up (Yeah) I done made a crown out of dust I call it straight drop [Verse 2] Yo, the magical rookie who talk different Makin' Laker gold off flour and raw whipping Introduce the white to the white, the ménage kick in Tryna get this roster to move like Norm Nixon Christmastime, I'm in the back of a warm kitchen "Jingle Bells" blaring Rocks as big as a pair of jingle bell earrings Stove on pivot Mason jars everywhere, home turn to visits Locked in, knowing the key to this shit is rarity Us being the only ones with it is all we care to be Everyone in tune, but Louis the one who hearing me Could need a crown in her size, but ain't no heir to me Therefore, I'm in a space to breathe clearer now 'Cause Lee can eyeball the work, he just stare it down Talked Unc' into it, promised him in due time Silly me, look at how it flew by, I mean, who knew I'd Meet a wizard, believe what the wizard tell me Spoke soft, but his speech was taller than Wizard Kelly Word to my own proud family who put they hand to me Boomeranging with a Vulpe the way we handing kis Off, you want three this time Seeing through them numbers, I can Ouija lines Plug running through a funnel how I be with mine Pipework, the Mario, Luigi kind Duck huntin' on these birds when the scene arise Light work with lamps in between the blinds Turned the city into "Thriller" with this beat of mine The same drum Reed stuff it in to sneak it by For real, so picture me comparin' the look on a junkie face To the look on my mama face when her money late And we mirror to mirror, it's no cutaways So 'xcuse me for choosing to peek for other way, drop (Drop) [Chorus] Yo, doubt it now if you want 'Til I bring it back around, all up front I call it straight drop Circlin' around 'til we done (Yeah) Pot whippin' 'round 'til I'm numb I call it straight it drop Got it off the ground from the jump (Yeah) Bet I got the town in the tuck I call it straight drop God levels in the town when we up (Yeah) I done made a crown out of dust I call it straight drop Yo, doubt it now if you want 'Til I bring it back around, all up front I call it straight drop Circlin' around 'til we done (Yeah) Pot whippin' 'round 'til I'm numb I call it straight it drop Got it off the ground from the jump (Yeah) Bet I got the town in the tuck I call it straight drop God levels in the town when we up (Yeah) I done made a crown out of dust I call it straight drop [Outro] Yeah Said, I call it straight drop, baby Saint shit, ha The magical rookie who talk different Makin' Laker gold off flour and raw whipping, ooh Ayy, how Wanda Bell say that shit? What she told Drew? Wanda Bell said, "'Cause Saint them, they don't play," right 'Cause Saint them, they don't play Believe that Saint shit