"Making Drops" lyrics
Smoke a gorilla, drinkin' tequila, all day
Smoke a gorilla, drinkin' tequila, all day
Smoke a gorilla, drinkin' tequila, yeah yeah
All day, we in the villa, yeah
Smoke a gorilla, drink a tequila
Hand with the killers, dope dealer
Bitch I'm a soldier, no p miller
10's to 10 lookin' like thriller
Fiends love me like I'm skrilla
Fuck is that, what he drinkin'?
I don't want it unless you swillin'
Unless he got it from the doc
Rest in peace Mac Miller
I done seen too many drop
I done seen too many shots
Niggas would've been they block
If we ain't seen too many cops
Give me the drop, I promise I'm doublin' back
I'm sendin' the few through the lot
You get the bottom, you get the top
Dreadhead, put one in your locks
Fuck your mom, put one in your pop
Bout' to not fold, they run in the spot
Niggas that told run in spot, these internet trolls runnin' the caps
Couple of brooms clean the room, you niggas get wet up under that mop
Diamond and the rough under the rock
I came up under the prop
I made a lot, played the block early mornin', played the clock
Played the clock, 12 hours, 8 a.m. to 8 o'clock
8 o'clock, 9 to 12, we baggin' up in vacant lots
12 to 6, I'm with my bitch, by 7 I'm makin' drops
Trappin' makin drops just gettin' money, please don't make it hot
Heard them bike boys round the corner from the block
Heard the strike force tryna come and get the drop
Throwin' craps, move the pack, we just tryna make it back
Plays all around the world, work my way around the map
Studio to the club, still I end up in the trap
Play, I had you drippin' blood, don't get sent off in that lack
Don't get sent off in that lack, don't get hit up with that MAC
Dirty money, keep it real, I ain't gotta hit up Matt
Bad bitch hit me up, hit her back out to the trap
I ain't goin' through no bushes, eat her up out to the wax
Quiet town, tie it down, turn that shit up to the max
You can ball up in the mall, just don't spin up all them racks
Intellect, VVS, type of shit that bitch attract
Gettin' paper, niggas hatin', gotta keep that bitch attached
In the club, throwin' stacks
Let it fall, make it clap
Youngins got the knife shift
While I sleep, I make it back
Let's go hit up KOP and blow a bankroll down that sax
Ballin' on these bum-ass, bluffin' niggas
They all cap
Where we at, uh
Trappin', makin' drops
We just gettin' money, please don't make it hot
Heard them bike boys round the corner from the block
Heard the strike force tryna come and get the drop
Throwin' craps, move the pack, we just tryna make it back
Plays all around the world, work my way around the map
Studio to the club, still I end up in the trap
Play, I had you drippin' blood, don't get sent off in that LAT
Smoke a gorilla, drinkin' tequila, all day
Smoke a gorilla, drinkin' tequila, yeah yeah
All day, we in the villa, yeah
Smoke a gorilla, drink a tequila
Hand with the killers, dope dealer
Bitch I'm a soldier, no p miller
10's to 10 lookin' like thriller
Fiends love me like I'm skrilla
Fuck is that, what he drinkin'?
I don't want it unless you swillin'
Unless he got it from the doc
Rest in peace Mac Miller
I done seen too many drop
I done seen too many shots
Niggas would've been they block
If we ain't seen too many cops
Give me the drop, I promise I'm doublin' back
I'm sendin' the few through the lot
You get the bottom, you get the top
Dreadhead, put one in your locks
Fuck your mom, put one in your pop
Bout' to not fold, they run in the spot
Niggas that told run in spot, these internet trolls runnin' the caps
Couple of brooms clean the room, you niggas get wet up under that mop
Diamond and the rough under the rock
I came up under the prop
I made a lot, played the block early mornin', played the clock
Played the clock, 12 hours, 8 a.m. to 8 o'clock
8 o'clock, 9 to 12, we baggin' up in vacant lots
12 to 6, I'm with my bitch, by 7 I'm makin' drops
Trappin' makin drops just gettin' money, please don't make it hot
Heard them bike boys round the corner from the block
Heard the strike force tryna come and get the drop
Throwin' craps, move the pack, we just tryna make it back
Plays all around the world, work my way around the map
Studio to the club, still I end up in the trap
Play, I had you drippin' blood, don't get sent off in that lack
Don't get sent off in that lack, don't get hit up with that MAC
Dirty money, keep it real, I ain't gotta hit up Matt
Bad bitch hit me up, hit her back out to the trap
I ain't goin' through no bushes, eat her up out to the wax
Quiet town, tie it down, turn that shit up to the max
You can ball up in the mall, just don't spin up all them racks
Intellect, VVS, type of shit that bitch attract
Gettin' paper, niggas hatin', gotta keep that bitch attached
In the club, throwin' stacks
Let it fall, make it clap
Youngins got the knife shift
While I sleep, I make it back
Let's go hit up KOP and blow a bankroll down that sax
Ballin' on these bum-ass, bluffin' niggas
They all cap
Where we at, uh
Trappin', makin' drops
We just gettin' money, please don't make it hot
Heard them bike boys round the corner from the block
Heard the strike force tryna come and get the drop
Throwin' craps, move the pack, we just tryna make it back
Plays all around the world, work my way around the map
Studio to the club, still I end up in the trap
Play, I had you drippin' blood, don't get sent off in that LAT
