Waka Flocka Flame — Drops

[Intro] See, we did shit for the streets My niggas in them chain gang All my guys behind the walls Where my mom-fed ass niggas at? [Chorus: Jimmy Rocket] Thirty hanging out the Glock Nigga play, gon' hit his top (For real) Sending shots back to the opps Like a picture, he get cropped I was just a young nigga Like Embiid, I hit the block (Volume 6) Got 'em thinking we custodians 'Cause the traphouse full of mops I just fucked your bitch in crocs You kissed her and she gave me top .40 on me, I don't box My niggas fuck up the game like a... [Interlude: DJ Big Tiny] Your man DJ Big Tiny Trapaholics Volume 6 For the streets For the world Hoodrich, bitch [Chorus: Jimmy Rocket] Thirty hanging out the Glock Nigga play, gon' hit his top (For real) Sending shots back to the opps Like a picture, he get cropped I was just a young nigga Like Embiid, I hit the block Got 'em thinking we custodians 'Cause the traphouse full of mops I just fucked your bitch in crocs You kissed her and she gave me top .40 on me, I don't box My niggas fuck up the game like a bot Ain't talkin' Dora, we was takin' shit like the fox You play, you get put in a box I heard you were snitching Just like a radio station Boy your ass givin' out drops [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Lingo, lingo, lingo (Flocka) You be screaming bands, I be sayin' crates You call it a mansion, I call it the estate You be sayin' drip, we call it the lake (The lake) You say you gettin' bread, they know I'm gettin' cake (You know) My lingo old-school, your lingo new-school Million dollar studio, you still usin' Pro Tools, my lingo Is crispy like a C-note I'm in a G5 blowin' good weed smoke We are not the same (No), we in a different league (Yeah) Cut from a different cloth, boy, I'm from a different breed I talk different, crate money, we talking fortunes Countin' up a half a billion in a fortress (Flexin') Big drip, but I'm somethin' like a big lake (Squad) Just know it cost and course these bullets faster than a Porsche I dump ashes on your corpse if you fuck with Jimmy (Rocket) [Chorus: Jimmy Rocket] Thirty hanging out the Glock Nigga play, gon' hit his top (For real) Sending shots back to the opps Like a picture, he get cropped I was just a young nigga Like Embiid, I hit the block Got 'em thinking we custodians 'Cause the traphouse full of mops I just fucked your bitch in crocs You kissed her and she gave me top .40 on me, I don't box My niggas fuck up the game like a bot Ain't talkin' Dora, we was takin' shit like the fox You play, you get put in a box I heard you were snitching Just like a radio station Boy your ass givin' out drops [Verse 2: Jimmy Rocket] Don't fuck with the cops The way I'm dressin', boy, I been had the rocks The stick get to clappin' like it's giving props It's a homicide, police bringin' out the chalk Niggas' mama cryin', 'cause son died, they fault On his block, we gon' make it hot Potato barrel, that's a tater tot I'm going down like a moron Extendo longer than my forearm Butterfly doors, cocoon Sticks, they lookin' like brooms Banana clip on the baboon, huh, huh I got 'em watching like toons Lil' Jimmy take off to the moon, huh, huh They keep on askin' when the tape dropping That shit coming soon, huh, huh My lil' nigga tote the MAC And he gon' spray it like perfume, huh, huh [Chorus: Jimmy Rocket] Thirty hanging out the Glock Nigga play, gon' hit his top (For real) Sending shots back to the opps Like a picture, he get cropped I was just a young nigga Like Embiid, I hit the block Got 'em thinking we custodians 'Cause the traphouse full of mops I just fucked your bitch in crocs You kissed her and she gave me top .40 on me, I don't box My niggas fuck up the game like a bot Ain't talkin' Dora, we was takin' shit like the fox You play, you get put in a box I heard you were snitching Just like a radio station Boy your ass givin' out drops [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] You can walk outside, then boom, now you're dead today Life could be a meme, bitch, or she could be a golden child Poverty and welfare, growin' up as a poster child Hitsquad, nigga What they gon' call me, everything but a broke nigga I remember kicking doors, entire coats, nigga Now I'm ridin' down Terra in a Ghost, nigga Call me Flocka, I'ma bet every penny on Jimmy If you touch him, it's smoke