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Drop That Bag
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Drop That Bag was released on December 6, 2024 by Great Day Records/Santa Anna as a part of the album TMK 2.0
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AlbumTMK 2.0
Release DateDecember 6, 2024
LabelGreat Day Records/Santa Anna
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM79

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FattMack
FattMack
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Liam Barry McAlister
Liam Barry McAlister
Composer
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Composer
Rashad Green
Rashad Green
Composer
Mckenzie Haynes
Mckenzie Haynes
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LMC
LMC
Producer
TnTXD
TnTXD
Producer
Shaad K Rounds
Shaad K Rounds
Producer
Trevor James at StudioHouse Recordings (Mobile, AL)
Trevor James at StudioHouse Recordings (Mobile, AL)
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah
I'm gon' ****
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Just popped a riot and now my stomach hurt
They won't take me out I keep some file up in my undershirt
Yeah you left me wondering why
I kept on tryin', 'cause I was not the one
Yeah I been servin' time, you hurt me, I gon' runnin', Perc
And every time I get too hot, thinkin' 'bout dyin' then I wan' diamonds
**** I was broke as fuck now when I shop I want designer jacket
Yeah don't play me too close, gon' have me thinkin' that you up to somethin'
You don't really love me, bitch you love the way I spend this money
Can't believe you did me wrong, I gave my heart for nothin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Every time you call up, press the red button ****
I'm outside, I ain't drop it down, you leavin' down
Bitch I buy you anything up out the mall
You drop that hair in front yo' ass, I got rich
They in the house, these **** scared of him
And they know I drop that bag on him
That **** come and slide his thing, gon' dodge it like his last
She get anything she want, anytime I want she put that ass
If you see that car bend down a corner, dump your mag' on it
Yeah, same bitch who wan' fuck me used to pass on me, yeah
Yeah, I fall out on public, I'm gon' flash on 'em
**** I got rich, I ain't worried 'bout shit, I dropped that bag on 'em
Moved out my city, they want me killed, I did a dash on 'em
Hey bitch, do you really love me or you love on paper
I go bottle him a ninety then I pull my Quay'
And they just will pay me minimum wage, that money in the bank
Every time I'm sad I walk on stage and then I feel okay
Keep them standin' meds on me, I'm gon' let him kill me
I'ma have some fuckin' goners, I'm gon' make 'em fear me
Bro kiss you like corona ****, pray that his ass still bleed
All mine's the day I want it, I play it smooth and keep it real, P
Yeah, you the one I want, the one I really need
I just can't believe you kept the real me
Yeah run a million up on that lil' bitch, I said my dead on lean
Go and find another **** that's really rich and keep it real as me
Yeah, yeah
Just popped a riot and now my stomach hurt
They won't take me out I keep some file up in my undershirt
Yeah you left me wondering why
I kept on tryin', 'cause I was not the one
Yeah I been servin' time, you hurt me, I gon' runnin', Perc
And every time I get too hot, thinkin' 'bout dyin' then I wan' diamonds
**** I was broke as fuck now when I shop I want designer jacket
Yeah don't play me too close, gon' have me thinkin' that you up to somethin'
You don't really love me, bitch you love the way I spend this money
Written by: Liam Barry McAlister, Mckenzie Haynes, Rashad Green, Thomas Horton
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