Lyricist : Jamarii Massey/Floyd "A1" Bentley/James Baker/Sammie Benson/Gerald Gillum/Christian "Hitmaka" Ward/Dwayne Carter/Terius Gray/Byron Thomas
Composer : Byron Thomas/Christian "Hitmaka" Ward/Gerald Gillum/Floyd "A1" Bentley/Jamarii Massey/Terius Gray/James Baker/Dwayne Carter/Sammie Benson
Gang, gang
Right now
Hitmaka!
Right Now Sound
Marii beatz, turn me up
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Toot it up, drop
Walk in with like 20 bands
Throw it on the thickest thighs
Put her in the sunken place, she said she was dignitized
Uh, get the prize
Uh, yeah, get the prize
Uh, nuh, make this money, (yee) incentivise
Drop, in her walls, yeah, ooh, in her walls
For a hour plus, I just missed like twenty calls
Bitches drippin', runnin' like Niagara Falls (yeah)
Keep her head in my Balenciaga drawers
Getting money, with the dogs
Ayy, in my hot tub, is twenty broads
After, you back it up, then stop
Wa-wa-wa-wa, drop it like it's hot
Yee!
Drop
Drop
Drop
Drop
Drop (ooh)
Drop (yeah)
Drop
Toot it up, drop (ooh)
Gang, gang
Drop (drop it like it's hot)
Drop (drop it like it's hot)
Drop (drop it like it's hot)
Drop
Drop
Drop (yeah)
Drop
Toot it up, drop
I bought a watch, not for the clock
I bought it to flex on them thots
And I'm still ****ing on Jenny from the block
I still pull down and shoot up the opps (brr)
I just bought the drop head
They want to see me like 'Pac, dead
Hit 'em with the bottle, sort of hot, late
I ain't gonna eat your twat, yeah (gang, gang)
Hoe, you can close your legs
Dirty ass bitch, need to make up your bed
Stank ass hoe, you need to fix yo edges (uh)
Look at them stank ass legs, uh, uh
I'm on tour
Lambo, 'rari, I'm not sure
If the feds knock on the door, tell them bitches I'm not here
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy (ooh)
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy (yeah)
Drop, ayy
Drop
Toot it up, drop, ayy (ooh)
Gang, gang
Drop, ayy (ooh, like it's hot)
Drop, ayy (like it's hot)
Drop, ayy (like it's hot)
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy
Drop, ayy (yeah)
Drop, ayy
Toot it up, drop
H-h-huh?
Heaters flowin', make 'em drop
I got stripes like German scar
Money we keep that alive, then we don't gotta rob the spot
Ah-ah-ah-ah, drop, two drops
Runnin' when I hear cops
We don't do no cleaning
But them sticks up over here, mops (that's on my mama)
Drop, get it, sauce with it
And we don't love 'em, we just strictly toss bitches
Lost bitches
Boss bitches
The letter "T", the way I double cross bitches
Drop
Drop
Drop
Drop
Drop yeah
Drop yeah
Drop
Toot it up, drop
Gang, gang
Drop (like it's hot)
Drop (like it's hot)
Drop (like it's hot)
Drop
Drop
Drop
Drop
Toot it up, drop
