Juicy J, God - Drop a Bag lyrics
[Juicy J, God - Drop a Bag lyrics]
If young Metro don't trust you
I'm gon' shoot you hey, hoe
I will blast on your ass (hey hoe)
I got riders like a cab (hey hoe)
Send them hitters at your ass (hey hoe)
You gon' make me drop a bag (hey hoe)
You a hoe, you know we know (hey hoe)
Fuck around and get exposed (hey hoe)
Gangsta' on the internet (hey hoe)
In real life, you like CB4
Perpetrate, impersonate
You too soft to catch a fade
I got niggas in these streets that
Touch more snow than Christmas Day
Blow my high, lose my cool
You gon' make the evening news
They can't find your head to ID you
They don't have a clue
It's going down on your block
Where the bread at?
Catch you sleepin', homie, send some shots
Where your bed at
Got your bitch, like what you thinking nigga
Where your head at?
Talkin' all that shit, you wish
You wouldn't have said that, you a dead man
Fill you up with lead, man
Real niggas, I bring that
They gon' go to war for me
They gon' bring your head back (bitch)
And I know where you been
And where you stayin' man' (hoe)
Ain't no runnin' off from me
'cause I don't play that, man
(Hey, hoe)
I will blast on your ass (hey hoe)
I got riders like a cab (hey hoe)
Send them hitters at your ass (hey hoe)
You gon' make me drop a bag (hey hoe)
You a hoe, you know we know (hey hoe)
Fuck around and get exposed (hey hoe)
Gangsta' on the internet (hey hoe)
In real life, you like CB4
Everybody know your own
When you're stuntin'
You done fucked with the wrong nigga money
Niggas runnin' in your home
When they comin' (yeah)
Sendin' shots at your dome
Ain't no runnin'
Give up on your block, like we got it on lock
Birdie in the block, run up to your spot
Runnin' in and out
Bet you fuckin' with the cops
Workin' with the opps
Tryin' to put me in the box (bitch)
Yeah, I got niggas looking up to me, nigga
I'm a star
Yeah, trap get slow but the shit don't stop
(shit don't stop)
Yeah, nigga ran out but he better not stop
(running) you could put niggas on but
They still gon' plot, yeah
Got a couple niggas still on the block
I could make me a mil' on the block (mill')
And the way that I wrap them things
I could get me a deal on the block
Lotta niggas ain't real on the block
Lotta niggas get killed on the block
Even though they ain't gettin' no money
Them dumbass niggas be still on the block
I keep that steel on the block
I will blast on your ass (hey hoe)
I got riders like a cab (hey hoe)
Send them hitters at your ass (hey hoe)
You gon' make me drop a bag (hey hoe)
You a hoe, you know we know (hey hoe)
Fuck around and get exposed (hey hoe)
Gangsta’ on the internet (hey hoe)
In real life, you like CB4
Play me some pimpin', man
Man, fuck these ol' fake
Ass hoes on Instagram
Snapchat these Facebook bitches showin'
Their titties and
Shit, tryin' to get a nigga's attention all
In a nigga's DM, fuck you hoes, man
Now let's get fucked up
I'm gon' shoot you hey, hoe
I will blast on your ass (hey hoe)
I got riders like a cab (hey hoe)
Send them hitters at your ass (hey hoe)
You gon' make me drop a bag (hey hoe)
You a hoe, you know we know (hey hoe)
Fuck around and get exposed (hey hoe)
Gangsta' on the internet (hey hoe)
In real life, you like CB4
Perpetrate, impersonate
You too soft to catch a fade
I got niggas in these streets that
Touch more snow than Christmas Day
Blow my high, lose my cool
You gon' make the evening news
They can't find your head to ID you
They don't have a clue
It's going down on your block
Where the bread at?
Catch you sleepin', homie, send some shots
Where your bed at
Got your bitch, like what you thinking nigga
Where your head at?
Talkin' all that shit, you wish
You wouldn't have said that, you a dead man
Fill you up with lead, man
Real niggas, I bring that
They gon' go to war for me
They gon' bring your head back (bitch)
And I know where you been
And where you stayin' man' (hoe)
Ain't no runnin' off from me
'cause I don't play that, man
(Hey, hoe)
I will blast on your ass (hey hoe)
I got riders like a cab (hey hoe)
Send them hitters at your ass (hey hoe)
You gon' make me drop a bag (hey hoe)
You a hoe, you know we know (hey hoe)
Fuck around and get exposed (hey hoe)
Gangsta' on the internet (hey hoe)
In real life, you like CB4
Everybody know your own
When you're stuntin'
You done fucked with the wrong nigga money
Niggas runnin' in your home
When they comin' (yeah)
Sendin' shots at your dome
Ain't no runnin'
Give up on your block, like we got it on lock
Birdie in the block, run up to your spot
Runnin' in and out
Bet you fuckin' with the cops
Workin' with the opps
Tryin' to put me in the box (bitch)
Yeah, I got niggas looking up to me, nigga
I'm a star
Yeah, trap get slow but the shit don't stop
(shit don't stop)
Yeah, nigga ran out but he better not stop
(running) you could put niggas on but
They still gon' plot, yeah
Got a couple niggas still on the block
I could make me a mil' on the block (mill')
And the way that I wrap them things
I could get me a deal on the block
Lotta niggas ain't real on the block
Lotta niggas get killed on the block
Even though they ain't gettin' no money
Them dumbass niggas be still on the block
I keep that steel on the block
I will blast on your ass (hey hoe)
I got riders like a cab (hey hoe)
Send them hitters at your ass (hey hoe)
You gon' make me drop a bag (hey hoe)
You a hoe, you know we know (hey hoe)
Fuck around and get exposed (hey hoe)
Gangsta’ on the internet (hey hoe)
In real life, you like CB4
Play me some pimpin', man
Man, fuck these ol' fake
Ass hoes on Instagram
Snapchat these Facebook bitches showin'
Their titties and
Shit, tryin' to get a nigga's attention all
In a nigga's DM, fuck you hoes, man
Now let's get fucked up