NAV - Droppin Tears lyrics
NAV [Navraj Singh Goraya] Toronto, Ontario, Canada 🇨🇦
[NAV - Droppin Tears lyrics]
Dropping bodies, we ride out
They dropping tears
Got dirty money like cleats
On a soccer player
I'll buy an Opp pack and blow
That shit in the air
They talk about me, but I don't care
Engine in the back
The trunk is not in the rear
With a bad bitch
The wind blowing through her hair
Pop me a pill
Just like Wheezy I'm Outta Here
Battling all of my darkest fears
My price make them scratch on they head
But they book me
Stayed on my grind
Ten years is what it took me
Like I left the oven on, I'm burning cookies
Say they gon' touch me
I wish that they would
Walk with my chest out, I never get shook
I work the pot like I know how to cook
Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could
Keep me a stick, I ain't knocking on wood
Never Rely on my look when I pop out
I make a call, they gon' pull up and hop out
Paint you
We draw for the choppa like chop chop
Slide in the Vert
We gon' shoot out the drop top
50 round drum, turn his shirt to a crop top
Like a track meet doing laps on the opp block
Don't beat my meat
I be fucking on thot thots
Flooded out fully, no
This ain't no stop watch
My whip expensive
Can't go through a car wash
Bought it in cash
Took it right off the car lot
Smoke out the pound
Got some pressure to burn off
Got money counters I don't gotta turn off
If checks are involved then you
Know I'm all for it
Slide in the Aventador lifting my doors
My shooter got a mop
But it's not for the floor
Your girl come around
Make her walk on all fours
Dropping bodies, we ride out
They dropping tears
Got dirty money like cleats
On a soccer player
I'll buy an Opp pack and blow
That shit in the air
They talk about me, but I don't care
Engine in the back
The trunk is not in the rear
With a bad bitch
The wind blowing through her hair
Pop me a pill
Just like Wheezy I'm Outta Here
Battling all of my darkness fears
My price make them scratch on they head
But they book me
Stayed on my grind
Ten years it what it took me
Like I left the oven on, I'm burning cookies
Say they gon' touch me
I wish that they would
Walk with my chest out, I never get shook
I work the pot like I know how to cook
Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could
Keep me a stick, I ain't knocking on wood
They dropping tears
Got dirty money like cleats
On a soccer player
I'll buy an Opp pack and blow
That shit in the air
They talk about me, but I don't care
Engine in the back
The trunk is not in the rear
With a bad bitch
The wind blowing through her hair
Pop me a pill
Just like Wheezy I'm Outta Here
Battling all of my darkest fears
My price make them scratch on they head
But they book me
Stayed on my grind
Ten years is what it took me
Like I left the oven on, I'm burning cookies
Say they gon' touch me
I wish that they would
Walk with my chest out, I never get shook
I work the pot like I know how to cook
Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could
Keep me a stick, I ain't knocking on wood
Never Rely on my look when I pop out
I make a call, they gon' pull up and hop out
Paint you
We draw for the choppa like chop chop
Slide in the Vert
We gon' shoot out the drop top
50 round drum, turn his shirt to a crop top
Like a track meet doing laps on the opp block
Don't beat my meat
I be fucking on thot thots
Flooded out fully, no
This ain't no stop watch
My whip expensive
Can't go through a car wash
Bought it in cash
Took it right off the car lot
Smoke out the pound
Got some pressure to burn off
Got money counters I don't gotta turn off
If checks are involved then you
Know I'm all for it
Slide in the Aventador lifting my doors
My shooter got a mop
But it's not for the floor
Your girl come around
Make her walk on all fours
Dropping bodies, we ride out
They dropping tears
Got dirty money like cleats
On a soccer player
I'll buy an Opp pack and blow
That shit in the air
They talk about me, but I don't care
Engine in the back
The trunk is not in the rear
With a bad bitch
The wind blowing through her hair
Pop me a pill
Just like Wheezy I'm Outta Here
Battling all of my darkness fears
My price make them scratch on they head
But they book me
Stayed on my grind
Ten years it what it took me
Like I left the oven on, I'm burning cookies
Say they gon' touch me
I wish that they would
Walk with my chest out, I never get shook
I work the pot like I know how to cook
Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could
Keep me a stick, I ain't knocking on wood