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—"