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Da Drop
6,331
Hip-Hop/Rap
Da Drop was released on September 30, 2021 by Jay Rebel Music as a part of the album Da Drop - Single
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Release DateSeptember 30, 2021
LabelJay Rebel Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GMO Stax
GMO Stax
Performer
Nardo Wick
Nardo Wick
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damauri Carter
Damauri Carter
Songwriter
Tye Gibson
Tye Gibson
Composer
Horace Walls III
Horace Walls III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tye Beats
Tye Beats
Producer

Lyrics

(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
Gang
(The fuck got into you?)
GMO, CMO
Give me the drop, I'm pullin' up
Where the drank? Let's pour it up
I'm still workin' hard all twenty-four 'cause I ain't did enough
Know some youngins damn near spinned a hundred times, that ain't enough
Know some youngins who don't even want the cash, get it in blood
Probably did tell you that I love you, I was high as fuck
Streets changed and I changed, I can't even show no love
Play pussy, get fucked, 'til the A.M. countin' up
I don't touch it 'til the money touch the ceiling, stack it up
Ski masked, fully tucked, ain't stoppin' 'til I catch me somethin'
When I drop, the murder rate increase, I turn them tweakers up
Body drop up on the Westside, bitch, they gon' blame us
Get well soons and R.I.P.s all I see on Instagram
7.62, 5.56s hit his ass, he gon' be dead
Five four-fives did him, this long-ass chopper gon' park a whip
I'm the type to go do a drill, then hit the booth, talk my shit
'Fore I start chasin' M's, was chasin' **** down with that ten milly
Swingin' choppers out a Bentley, we ain't payin' for no hit
We gon' put him in a blender
We gon' keep on spinnin' blocks, don't give a fuck 'bout bein' dizzy
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
You either with us or you ain't
We gon' spin until we can't
Okay, right now, he alive
We gon' spin until he ain't
See this **** starin' hard
Blow this bitch, I bet he blink
See he in that water loafin'
Blow the boat, I bet he sink
Blow the boat and watch him soak
Blow his throat and watch him choke
Point the stick and keep on pressin' like I got a broken remote
**** bitches, **** ho
**** funny, **** jokes
And, yeah, my nina a thot, this bitch is known for snatchin' souls
Uh, W-I-C-K-E-D, you **** know what's up with me
I'm like poison ivy, consequences come with touchin' me
"Nardo can we squash the beef?" No, bitch, you shouldn't've played with me
Give me the drop, I'm pullin' up
Where the drank? Let's pour it up
I'm still workin' hard all twenty-four 'cause I ain't did enough
Know some youngins damn near spinned a hundred times, that ain't enough
Know some youngins who don't even want the cash, get it in blood
Probably did tell you that I love you, I was high as fuck
Streets changed and I changed, I can't even show no love
Play pussy, get fucked, 'til the A.M. countin' up
I don't touch it 'til the money touch the ceiling, stack it up
Written by: Damauri Carter, Horace Walls III, Tye Gibson
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