"Drop Yo Dot" lyrics
Yeah, we don't give no fuck (We don't care; If you not Ball Hog, then die)
If we sliding, you know we got ARPs with us, huh (We'll appear)
I just smoked some super zaza, now I'm super stuck (Bitch, I'm gone)
I just threw some racks up on her, she got super butt (Super butt)
I been on these drugs all day, I'm moving dumb as fuck (Dumb as fuck)
Thirty rounds inside this 'K, I'm tryna spray a bus (Spray a bus)
This nigga been dickriding all day, he tryna hang with us (Hang with us)
Yeah, I'm in that pocket throwin' bullets, feel like Andrew Luck (Andrew Luck)
TRX charged up, pussy, this a super truck (Super truck)
Your ho pushing up on me, this lil' bitch a super trick (Super trick)
Stick look like it's from Dead Rising, this a super blick (Super blick)
Boy got slimed out by a thot, he a super lick (Super lick)
And that ho gon' drop yo' dot, we gon' push up quick
M-my twin might just up it on his cousin, he on slimy shit (Slatt)
This party too messy, had to leave and grab my shit (Grab my blatt)
I'm in this bitch with my dogs, yeah, I feel like Vick (Feel like Vick)
Huh, it ain't shit to go hop out that V
Posted with a Drac', b-bitch, I'm Aubrey (Yeah, yeah)
Posted with that Drac', I'm Champagne Papi (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas can't get they own swag, that's why they gon' copy (Yeah, yeah)
I'm fin' block your ass on everything, lil' bitch, don't call me (Bitch, don't call me)
Feel like zombies from The Walking Dead, I just popped a RP (Just popped that shit)
Brand-new coupe, I'm finna test it out, drive it like it's RC (Like it's RC)
We got gas today, my bro just left the trap with quarter P (QP)
In that pocket like a quarterback
Bad bitch on the 'Gram gon' follow back
Count too many blues in one damn session, had a rack attack
I just popped a Perc', and now I'm busting, might have heart attack
All these drugs inside my fuckin' system, startin' to fight me back
He try to run, wet him down, spray his back
That's my cue, XD .45 bustin', jump out Cadillacs
Who is you? We don't know
Check his temp and bust his cap
Not the same nigga from high school, lil' bitch, I'm having racks, pussy
Yeah, we don't give no fuck (We don't care; If you not Ball Hog, then die)
If we sliding, you know we got ARPs with us, huh (We'll appear)
I just smoked some super zaza, now I'm super stuck (Bitch, I'm gone)
I just threw some racks up on her, she got super butt (Super butt)
I been on these drugs all day, I'm moving dumb as fuck (Dumb as fuck)
Thirty rounds inside this 'K, I'm tryna spray a bus (Spray a bus)
Niggas dickriding all day because they gay as fuck (Hang with us)
Yeah, I'm in that pocket throwin' bullets, feel like Andrew Luck
If we sliding, you know we got ARPs with us, huh (We'll appear)
I just smoked some super zaza, now I'm super stuck (Bitch, I'm gone)
I just threw some racks up on her, she got super butt (Super butt)
I been on these drugs all day, I'm moving dumb as fuck (Dumb as fuck)
Thirty rounds inside this 'K, I'm tryna spray a bus (Spray a bus)
This nigga been dickriding all day, he tryna hang with us (Hang with us)
Yeah, I'm in that pocket throwin' bullets, feel like Andrew Luck (Andrew Luck)
TRX charged up, pussy, this a super truck (Super truck)
Your ho pushing up on me, this lil' bitch a super trick (Super trick)
Stick look like it's from Dead Rising, this a super blick (Super blick)
Boy got slimed out by a thot, he a super lick (Super lick)
And that ho gon' drop yo' dot, we gon' push up quick
M-my twin might just up it on his cousin, he on slimy shit (Slatt)
This party too messy, had to leave and grab my shit (Grab my blatt)
I'm in this bitch with my dogs, yeah, I feel like Vick (Feel like Vick)
Huh, it ain't shit to go hop out that V
Posted with a Drac', b-bitch, I'm Aubrey (Yeah, yeah)
Posted with that Drac', I'm Champagne Papi (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas can't get they own swag, that's why they gon' copy (Yeah, yeah)
I'm fin' block your ass on everything, lil' bitch, don't call me (Bitch, don't call me)
Feel like zombies from The Walking Dead, I just popped a RP (Just popped that shit)
Brand-new coupe, I'm finna test it out, drive it like it's RC (Like it's RC)
We got gas today, my bro just left the trap with quarter P (QP)
In that pocket like a quarterback
Bad bitch on the 'Gram gon' follow back
Count too many blues in one damn session, had a rack attack
I just popped a Perc', and now I'm busting, might have heart attack
All these drugs inside my fuckin' system, startin' to fight me back
He try to run, wet him down, spray his back
That's my cue, XD .45 bustin', jump out Cadillacs
Who is you? We don't know
Check his temp and bust his cap
Not the same nigga from high school, lil' bitch, I'm having racks, pussy
Yeah, we don't give no fuck (We don't care; If you not Ball Hog, then die)
If we sliding, you know we got ARPs with us, huh (We'll appear)
I just smoked some super zaza, now I'm super stuck (Bitch, I'm gone)
I just threw some racks up on her, she got super butt (Super butt)
I been on these drugs all day, I'm moving dumb as fuck (Dumb as fuck)
Thirty rounds inside this 'K, I'm tryna spray a bus (Spray a bus)
Niggas dickriding all day because they gay as fuck (Hang with us)
Yeah, I'm in that pocket throwin' bullets, feel like Andrew Luck
Writer(s): Sahil Singh, Ricky Shanklin
