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GOT the Drop
4,298
Hip-Hop/Rap
GOT the Drop was released on January 17, 2019 by Yours Truly The Label as a part of the album GOT the Drop - Single
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Release DateJanuary 17, 2019
LabelYours Truly The Label
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TG DGC
TG DGC
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TG DGC
TG DGC
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got a strap named codeine, that shot leave you lean
I heard they sleepin' on me, wake up out your dream (Wake up out it)
I get giddy like them ol' **** when I spot an opp (Opp)
You woulda thought my ankles broke they way I got the drop (Drop)
She get high off molly rock and lick the lolly pop (Lick, lick)
She sniff it up, I tell that ho to wipe up molly snot
Sneak freak, yeah, she remind me of the Holly thot (Thot)
Cheat me, and bitch, I'll black out just like Tommy clot (Clot)
[Verse 2]
Don't get close, I'll pull that thing and leave you awe in shock
Fuck the opps, there ain't a thing that this poly stop
Lizzy bought this body, rock, oops, this body drop
Do the dance and get some go and hoes and somebody's not
Somebody thought that I wouldn't make it, they couldn't break it
(Couldn't break it)
I gave a baby to my shorty, yeah, she whipped it naked (Whipped it naked)
They gave my **** nine years for his brick of cases
They'll probably give me fifteen for the risk I'm takin'
And I ain't need to post a snap to show I shut up shop (Not at all)
[Verse 3]
Chucky's back, yeah, we lucky if you get a wop (Drip drip)
All these baths from the bucket made me get a mop (Mop mop)
I do my dance when I drew it, oh, get it cocked
And when we drill, ain't no pills to get us hype, boy (Hype boy)
People know I murder beats like that white boy
They heard of me, they be they be like who that giddy nice boy
Got 'em scratchin' they head, itchin' they lice, boy
[Verse 4]
I got rated makin' chops, lookin' at a three piece
Fuck it, I'm back in the trap, pray it don't repeat
Twenty seven for the glizzy, thirty on it fleaky
Two opps, .40 Glocks hid up in his pocket neatly
You started but couldn't meet the finish line
You keep claimin' me in your bae, don't let me get in mind
Should be praisin' a ****'s swag, I told her get in line
Round's up, my is itchin' to sound stuff
Fendi runner's the gunner, watch from the ground up
You ain't a hunter, you a runner, move from 'round us
Like what they proud of
How could they clown us
[Verse 5]
My connect, you locate, is switch the route up (What the fuck?)
I switch up spots, and relocate her with the powder
I win that bitch, I'm in that bitch, and then I'm out her
I win that bitch, I'm in that bitch, and then I'm out her
Say my name in vain, pussy have to dead that
That's a gunshot, one shot, head tap
Scrape your fitted, scrape your wave, scrape your head pap
I got the people on my wave, ****, dead facts
[Verse 6]
I got a strap named codeine, that shot leave you lean
I heard they sleepin' on me, wake up out your dream (Wake up out it)
I get giddy like them ol' **** when I spot an opp (Opp)
You woulda thought my ankles broke they way I got the drop (Drop)
She get high off molly rock and lick the lolly pop (Pop, pop)
She sniff it up, I tell that ho to wipe up molly snot (Snot off)
Sneak freak, yeah, she remind me of the Holly thot (Off)
Cheat me, and bitch, I'll black out just like Tommy clot (Ow)
Written by: Tg Tg Tg
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