Drop a Bag (feat. G.O.D.)

If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you Yeah, hoe I will blast on your ass (yeah, hoe) I got riders like a cab (yeah, hoe) Send them hitters at your ass (yeah, hoe) You gon' make me drop a bag (yeah, hoe) You a hoe, you know we know (yeah, hoe) Fuck around and get exposed (yeah, hoe) Gangsta on the internet (yeah, hoe) In real life, you like CB4 Perpetrate, impersonate, you too soft to catch a fade I got niggas in these streets that touch more snow than Christmas Day Blow my high, lose my cool, you gon' make the evening news They can't find your head to ID you, they don't have a clue It's going down on your block, where the bread at? Catch you sleepin', homie, send some shots, where your bed at Got your bitch, like what you thinking nigga, where your head at? Talkin' all that shit, you wish you wouldn't have said that You a dead man, fill you up with lead, man, real niggas, I bring that They gon' go to war for me, they gon' bring your head back (bitch) And I know where you been, where you standin' (hoe) Ain't no runnin' off from me 'cause I don't play that, mane (Yeah Hoe!) I will blast on your ass (yeah, hoe) I got riders like a cab (yeah, hoe) Send them hitters at your ass (yeah, hoe) You gon' make me drop a bag (yeah, hoe) You a hoe, you know we know (yeah, hoe) Fuck around and get exposed (yeah, hoe) Gangsta on the internet (yeah, hoe) In real life, you like CB4 Everybody know your own when you're stuntin' You done fucked with the wrong nigga money Niggas runnin' in your home when they comin' Sendin' shots at your dome, ain't no runnin' Give up on your block, like we got it on lock Birdie in the block, run up to your spot Runnin' in and out, bet you fuckin' with the cops Workin' with the opps, tryin' to put me in the box (bitch) Yeah, I got niggas looking up to me, nigga, I'm a star Yeah, trap get slow but the shit don't stop (shit don't stop) Yeah, nigga ran out but he better not stop (running) You could put niggas on but they still gon' plot, yeah Got a couple niggas still on the block I could make me a mil' on the block (mill') And the way that I wrap them things I could get me a deal on the block Lotta niggas ain't real on the block Lotta niggas get killed on the block Even though they ain't gettin' no money, Them dumbass niggas be still on the block I cook that steel on the block I will blast on your ass (yeah, hoe) I got riders like a cab (yeah, hoe) Send them hitters at your ass (yeah, hoe) You gon' make me drop a bag (yeah, hoe) You a hoe, you know we know (yeah, hoe) Fuck around and get exposed (yeah, hoe) Gangsta on the internet (yeah, hoe) In real life, you like CB4 Play me some pimpin', man Man, fuck these ol' fake ass hoes on Instagram, Snapchat. These Facebook bitches showin' their titties and shit, tryin' to get a nigga's attention. All a nigga's DM, fuck you hoes, man Now let's get fucked up