Lil Wyte - Drop it off lyrics

Drop it off drop it off
Bitch I got a sawed off
Put that money in the bag
Ho I'll blow yo ass off

It all started out cool and calm
We had it under control
We had blueprints to the bank
From roof to floor my nigga Paul had them
Yawks and bullet-proof vests
Juicy dropped off the 600 the
Get away the best
We had an in-sider that was
Working for Union Planners
She told us everyday at 6 o
Clock they turn off the cameras
At 6 o five the guards go
On break for milk and bananas
Six thirty guards come back from break
And back on with the cameras
So that gives us twenty five minutes
To get in and out
We gotta do this shit so quick
And slick without a doubt
I got some folks that be down to
Ride all it takes a shout
And if it's business they comin
Quicker that's what they bout
God as my witness we gonna get
This one some way some how
With thirty million dollars in diamonds
We can't miss out
The plans in action tomorrow we
Gon' case it out
Give me twenty four more hours and
We gon' clean it out

It's going down five o'clock and
We loading the trucks up
Get the 40's get the vests get
The masks get the pump
Don't forget the smoke bombs to cloud
Them out when we get done
Man this shit's about to get so
Hecked up under the sun
Six o clock pulling up and
We know surveillance off
Six o five guards are breaking and
Were waiting on the cough
That's the sign to come in and
Lay everyone on the ground
Unit's in faces of customers so
They don't make a sound
Keep your guns up and your masks
On till the cash gone
Now lets get this thirty million
In diamonds and mash on
8 minutes left on the clock
Before the cameras click
Back into rotation on the bank and
They scope out the shit
Got the jewelry, got the loot
Situations looking cool
All of a sudden a cop comes outta
No where and he start to shoot
So many rounds is wizzin by me I
Don't see how I ain't dead
Smooth? stepped in the way with a AK
And shot the cop in his head

We got the diamonds in the stash spot
And 10 in he tank
But the police on our tail an
Officer down in the bank
So we hit the gas threw the masks
Lost the vests and ditched the gats
Made a corner, hit it fast
Man these folks all on our ass
Push the 600 to the limit, we doin a dance
Frayser hit the brakes goin 150
Tryin to make em crash
Tripping in the back seat cause I'm
High up off that Mary Jane talkin crazy
It's over this time and it ain't funny man
Balling down Lamar dodging cars and
We ain't tryin to stop
My Rolley onion came off of a
Side street and smacked a cop
But they still comin, it's seven of em
And they catching quick
After Sunroof I through a smoke bomb
And they got lost in it
Make a left a right a quick left
Pulling to this driveway
Turn your tail lights off and just park
And don't go no where just stay
Pokey off our trail hot as hell
But we still gotta shoot
Back to headquarters to come forward
Separating the loot