Mr. Drop That Bag

Niggas be bread, so my niggas toast them

Set up my bitches and then the hoes ghosts them

When them niggas die, they homies don't post them

But you know my niggas, you know we gon' roll them

Hit him with a drac and my nigga fold him

Hit him in his head and now his shit swollen

Seven, six two's, they left his shit open

Must've thought my nigga really was joking

Rigor mortis now his body be frozen

He wasn't livin' like that, niggas was posin

Niggas be dissin' the guys for promotion

Then when they die, they sayin' we bogus

If they diss on the guys, we slide, you know this

Hundred round drum on the ARP-fold it, Gdrrrrr

Droppin' that bag and I'm callin' my killer

Know that my niggas go ape like gorillas

Fuckin' your bitch and I'm fuckin' your sister

When I'm done take your mama to dinner

Got a Glock 23 and it came with a key

If you say that it's beef, we leave blood in the street

I'ma trick all my killers, I'm payin' the fee

I'm a call baby crash, he banging the three

If they dissin' on Ant, then we leave him deceased

And they got me, fucked up, we ain't pushin' no peace

And I'm deep in the field, but I don't got no cleats

He was standin' on business, we gave him a seat

And we killed the top, I'm so the mission complete

50k on his head, he was dead in the week

Bet these niggas gon' learn about fuckin' with me

Free My brother, until the day that he released

I ball like I'm Shai, but this ain't Oklahoma

I race in the Urus like this was Daytona

Niggas said he want smoke, so he must be a stoner

Hit him with a switch, we put him in a coma

Tried to run from the switch, he got hit in the kidney

Now he in the hospital, he need a donor

I don't want your lil' bitch, you can keep your lil' slut

And I swear on the guys that I really don't want her

I'm droppin' the bag and my killer's up on it

Supplying the funds to kill my opponents

It's a extra 15, if the young nigga want it

He sever a head he gettin' a bonus

I got bread for my niggas, got bread for my killers

Take care of the block and take care of the Members

He was dissin' on Ant, we put him in a blender

We left him out cold like it was December

Heard they lookin' for me, but they ain't go do nothin

We hittin' they block and they runnin' they ducking

He got shot in his shit, cause he thought it was thuggin

We left his ass hot like a easy bake oven

And I let niggas think that I'm cappin' and bluffin

But they really know that I'll slide bout my cousin

Got the drum on the Glock with the shhh on this bitch

So you know that you cannot hear them repercussions

Droppin' that bag and I'm callin' my killer

Know that my niggas go ape like gorillas

Fuckin' your bitch and I'm fuckin' your sister

When I get, take your mama to dinner

Got a Glock 23 and it came with a key

If you say that this beef really blood in the street

I'm a trick on my killers, I'm payin' the fee

I'mma call baby crash, he bangin' the three