[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
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