Drop Bars

[Intro] Riding solo Riding [?] Use the .44 [?] Or they runnin' the dough We ain't stunting, though [?] No telling [?] [Verse 1] You better get [?] You bet I could fly You better get high, shit You better get by Yous a fuck boy You bet it could die Yous a worker, too You better decide I say let's go, and they ready to ride I hop out the cut naked, the TEC is inside And new veces inside, yeah let's aim to the side And if they inside, acting a mess, we'll leave messes inside What ya talking about? Nigga, this the slaughterhouse I mean the [?], big [?] What ya talking about? Nigga, this the slaughterhouse I mean the [?], big [?] [Hook x4] Drop bars on any nigga shit Nigga suck my dick, eat my bitch clit, yeah! [Verse 2] I'm a big dog, she my dream girl Let's leave Earth, and go to Thug's World Come back? No we ain't coming back Cause she gave me head at the week, I finna she got her cum back So she stuck with me, like a thumbtack And I'm following her, like she got her taxes Smoking weed with P, I call him Wiz Yeah, school of hard, not flow I call it quiz This rap shit's my biz You can miss school with this Or mix kush with raps And I get high of that I'm yelling "Bye!" of that Bitch, I'm in the air And I'm not coming back down there (there) [Hook x8]