Caskey - The Drop lyrics
[Caskey - The Drop lyrics]
My homie car a push-start
He still drop off the keys
She not a religious girl
She still drop on her knees i'm not pimpin'
But I still made some guap off the P's
They've been askin' me for favors
Need to stop all that please
Gang members in my city know
That I'm an honoree
I'ma get that check regardless
Of the damn economy
It's like a Tesla how I got the drive
There ain't no stallin' me
I got three different phones
Destiny still callin' me
This car cost two hunnid fifty thou and
To think I came from Honda Civics
Yeah, basically fuck all the critics
If you hatin' and you make more than me
Speak up 'cause I'll admit it
Every time I ask, all I hear is crickets
Y'all some broke boys
Still off at yo' mama's house
And on the couch
Don't take advice from people
I don't respect
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout
Folks should just be happy I'm too
Busy to come chalk 'em out
Stacks of twenty thousand make it too
Easy to block 'em out
Y'all blockin' blessings
Can't finesse the kid 'cause
I come from finessin'
Only time I be filled with regret
Is when I'm in regression top five rappers
I hang with the pros
'cause that's my profession
Might go start a boy band 'cause
I'm headin' in one direction
Up, y'all still down, you stuck
When they hate to say you
Did it all by yourself, they say it's luck
Still don't entertain these haters
Truth be told I give a fuck
Y'all some low lifes
I'm sittin' high like inches on the truck
My homie car a push-start
He still drop off the keys
She not a religious girl
She still drop on her knees i'm not pimpin'
But I still made some guap off the P's
They've been askin' me for favors
Need to stop all that please
Gang members in my city know
That I'm an honoree
I'ma get that check regardless
Of the damn economy
It's like a Tesla how I got the drive
There ain't no stallin' me
I got three different phones
Destiny still callin' me
In the kitchen and it's Taysty
He still drop off the keys
She not a religious girl
She still drop on her knees i'm not pimpin'
But I still made some guap off the P's
They've been askin' me for favors
Need to stop all that please
Gang members in my city know
That I'm an honoree
I'ma get that check regardless
Of the damn economy
It's like a Tesla how I got the drive
There ain't no stallin' me
I got three different phones
Destiny still callin' me
This car cost two hunnid fifty thou and
To think I came from Honda Civics
Yeah, basically fuck all the critics
If you hatin' and you make more than me
Speak up 'cause I'll admit it
Every time I ask, all I hear is crickets
Y'all some broke boys
Still off at yo' mama's house
And on the couch
Don't take advice from people
I don't respect
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout
Folks should just be happy I'm too
Busy to come chalk 'em out
Stacks of twenty thousand make it too
Easy to block 'em out
Y'all blockin' blessings
Can't finesse the kid 'cause
I come from finessin'
Only time I be filled with regret
Is when I'm in regression top five rappers
I hang with the pros
'cause that's my profession
Might go start a boy band 'cause
I'm headin' in one direction
Up, y'all still down, you stuck
When they hate to say you
Did it all by yourself, they say it's luck
Still don't entertain these haters
Truth be told I give a fuck
Y'all some low lifes
I'm sittin' high like inches on the truck
My homie car a push-start
He still drop off the keys
She not a religious girl
She still drop on her knees i'm not pimpin'
But I still made some guap off the P's
They've been askin' me for favors
Need to stop all that please
Gang members in my city know
That I'm an honoree
I'ma get that check regardless
Of the damn economy
It's like a Tesla how I got the drive
There ain't no stallin' me
I got three different phones
Destiny still callin' me
In the kitchen and it's Taysty