Smoked Outt Records, Pimp C, Lil Derrick - Cop Yo Drop lyrics

Uh, it's young Pimp C
Know what I'm talkin 'bout sweet Jones
Puttin' it down one time with uh, Lil Derrick
Smoked Outt Records
(Smoked Outt Records) , and the Pimp
Know what I'm talkin' bout?
Hol' up, smoke somethin'

You can catch me in the club
With a case of Cris
In the casino with Juvie
Shootin a thousand and shit
On the Mercedes Benz lot cause
I wrecked the 6
Look, about to get a new one
Fuck getting it fixed
At a suite in the Marriott wit'cha bitch
While I'm breaking down these bricks
She eatin' my dick
Fuck a drought, I got 20 quarters for 6
Soft or hard, that's on you take your pick


Corvette, since I'm tall I
Stretched the bitch
I love ice so much I baguetted the wrist
And I know you broke cats
Don't wanna hear this shit, at all
But guess what? I ain't talkin to y'all
See my main man Frog, I tossed him something
20 birds off GP, he don't owe me nothing
Look that's yo shit, you can fuck it up
Drank Cris 'till you throw up, what what
Nigga rock yo ice, nigga cop yo drop
(cop yo drop) you got work
It's a drought nigga tax yo block
(tax yo block)
Think a nigga hatin': then cock yo Glock
(cock yo Glock)
When you see him don't stunt
Nigga let off shots (let off shots)
Nigga rock yo ice, nigga cop yo drop
(cop yo drop) it's a drought
You got work nigga tax yo block
(tax yo block)
Think a nigga hatin': cock the Glock
(cock yo Glock)
When you see him don't stunt
Nigga let off shots (let off shots)

Big guns with drums, what I bring out for war
I make my funds on the block slangin' raw
Throw away my ones, I like big face money
All you slow folks need
Some big face hundreds
Range Rover, been done it whole new level
Got more ice in my bezel
Than the zoo got pets when I'm out clubbing
Girls be like "look at his wrist"
Yeah look at it glisten, look at it glisten
I'm H-O T, come on give me my props
I got a Jag, Ferrari, and a Bentley drop
3 mansions and a yacht, plus I own some land
Never in my life had a job
Always sold cocaine
18 and I'm rich, livin' it up
Drink Cristal like it's water
Out a platinum cup and if I drink too much
Look I'm throwing it up
Take a hundred out my pocket and wipe it up
Grab the mic and the whole crowd, hype it up
'Cause the shit I spit be tight as fuck
Tomorrow, I'm buying a BMW truck
With my lil nigga Haze
Just came home from the feds
Buck nose painted out
It's really gon' be his
If he need a lil work
I'll supply him with that
And if he don't wanna hustle
I'll give him some stacks
And if he need a heater I'll give him a gat
Tell him to ride, protect
And serve with that
What what, what what, what what nigga
Nigga rock yo ice, nigga cop yo drop
(cop yo drop) you got work, it's a drought
Nigga tax yo block (tax yo block)
Think a nigga hatin': cock the Glock
(cock yo Glock)
When you see him don't stunt
Nigga let off shots (let off shots)
Nigga rock yo ice, nigga cop yo drop
(cop yo drop) it's a drought
You got work nigga tax yo block
(tax yo block)
Think a nigga hatin': cock the Glock
(cock yo Glock)
When you see him don't stunt
Nigga let off shots (let off shots)

Uh, on the grind everyday
I keep up in the game
'cause the game still pay
Whippin' on the grain, livin' the fly way
Always blow dozier on the highway
I heard somebody say that the game is dead
That's a punk ass nigga
Must've fell on his head
Cause only bitch niggas would
Stop and live funny
'Cause all the real niggas
Chasin' dirty money
Buying new cars like the brand new Benz
And fuckin' bad yellow hammers
Come in football ends
Sippin' cups of lean, watching the screen
Coming down clean, bitch you know what I mean
I keep a candy truck and a candy cup
And I'm parking lot pimpin'
Fucking these hoes up
Since I was 17 I been a legend in Texas
Will never hesitate to put that
Thang on them flexers
Sweet Jones, I can't stop
Hit the corner in the 5, lettin' the top drop
Hol up, Smoked Outt bitch
Sweet Jones, know what I'm talkin' bout
Uh, huh, hol up, hol up