SugarHill Keem - Drop My O lyrics
[SugarHill Keem - Drop My O lyrics]
(Is this Glvck?)
Move, look, it's Move-Look
Bitch, it's Move-Look, grrah, damn
Grrah, grrah, grrah, move, look
Grrah, move, look, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grr-ah, grrah
Grr-ah, look, grr-ah
This bitch wanna fuck, tell her, "Shake it"
'Cause I popped a Perc', now I'm lit
Catch a Flocka, you better not slip
Diddy Bop, why you runnin' like Rick?
And y'all pussies, y'all just wanna diss
Like, look
Kick her out if this bitch move wock
Yeah, that's a opp thot, yeah, she gettin' shot
Bangin' on a bitches, nigga, come to box
Y'all the type of niggas, call the cops
You drop my O then you get boomed
Whatever y'all throwin', I'm droppin' it too
'Cause pussy nigga, we not cool
When I see Sha Gz, yeah, he gettin' boomed
Don't run on Lotti, you ran on Woo
'Cause pussy lil' nigga, you foo
Can't forget and I'm droppin' the Two
See a opper, yeah, he gettin' boomed
You drop my O then you get boomed
Whatever y'all throwin', I'm droppin' it too
'Cause pussy nigga, we not cool
It's too oppy, where they at?
Tryna line me, bitch, you gettin' smacked
Okay, I'ma just spin through the back
No run, put the beam on his back
Yeah, okay, y'all wanna diss
They beat JayRip, Jay-Trip
Don't trip, 'cause when I get on, don't be on my dick, grrah
Gang-gang-gang, go get that nigga
Y'all know what I'm on (Go get that nigga, face of Harlem, nigga)
Gang-gang (Face of Harlem, nigga, y'all niggas know what's goin' on)
What the-, grrah (What the fuck?)
Go get that (Go get th-)
What the fuck?
Grrah
Whatever I say, I talk real shit
Brittany, Keisha, they all doin' dicks
Move quick
And I see a opp, I bet I got 'em runnin' Rick
Once again, and I never got shot in my head, so get off my dick
Don't trip, and we spot a Flocka, everybody gettin' hit
No joke, if I don't got the gun, I bet he go down by that poke
Niggas broke, and you talkin' on Caine? Okay, you gotta go
On bro, if I call up Shotty, I know he gon' flock at ya bros
Why the fuck you droppin' my O?
Spin through the Hill, yeah, you better have your pole
Move-Look, he don't fuck with no opps
Move-Look, he be totin' his knock
Okay, opp thot, she shot
Opp thot, slap her with the knocks
Kenzo, why y'all keep dissin' my block
I love my niggas, everybody shot
And I'm sanctioned
I see that chain, yeah, you know I'ma take it
Told bro, "Go creep"
I love my niggas and, no, we ain't shootin' from deep
O-On feet, if we don't got the gun, I be he get beat out his sneaks
She a freak, and that bitch a thot, she wanna suck me to sleep
I'ma just flock at that V
And I see a opp, I bet I rock 'em right to sleep, damn
Move, look, it's Move-Look
Bitch, it's Move-Look, grrah, damn
Grrah, grrah, grrah, move, look
Grrah, move, look, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grr-ah, grrah
Grr-ah, look, grr-ah
This bitch wanna fuck, tell her, "Shake it"
'Cause I popped a Perc', now I'm lit
Catch a Flocka, you better not slip
Diddy Bop, why you runnin' like Rick?
And y'all pussies, y'all just wanna diss
Like, look
Kick her out if this bitch move wock
Yeah, that's a opp thot, yeah, she gettin' shot
Bangin' on a bitches, nigga, come to box
Y'all the type of niggas, call the cops
You drop my O then you get boomed
Whatever y'all throwin', I'm droppin' it too
'Cause pussy nigga, we not cool
When I see Sha Gz, yeah, he gettin' boomed
Don't run on Lotti, you ran on Woo
'Cause pussy lil' nigga, you foo
Can't forget and I'm droppin' the Two
See a opper, yeah, he gettin' boomed
You drop my O then you get boomed
Whatever y'all throwin', I'm droppin' it too
'Cause pussy nigga, we not cool
It's too oppy, where they at?
Tryna line me, bitch, you gettin' smacked
Okay, I'ma just spin through the back
No run, put the beam on his back
Yeah, okay, y'all wanna diss
They beat JayRip, Jay-Trip
Don't trip, 'cause when I get on, don't be on my dick, grrah
Gang-gang-gang, go get that nigga
Y'all know what I'm on (Go get that nigga, face of Harlem, nigga)
Gang-gang (Face of Harlem, nigga, y'all niggas know what's goin' on)
What the-, grrah (What the fuck?)
Go get that (Go get th-)
What the fuck?
Grrah
Whatever I say, I talk real shit
Brittany, Keisha, they all doin' dicks
Move quick
And I see a opp, I bet I got 'em runnin' Rick
Once again, and I never got shot in my head, so get off my dick
Don't trip, and we spot a Flocka, everybody gettin' hit
No joke, if I don't got the gun, I bet he go down by that poke
Niggas broke, and you talkin' on Caine? Okay, you gotta go
On bro, if I call up Shotty, I know he gon' flock at ya bros
Why the fuck you droppin' my O?
Spin through the Hill, yeah, you better have your pole
Move-Look, he don't fuck with no opps
Move-Look, he be totin' his knock
Okay, opp thot, she shot
Opp thot, slap her with the knocks
Kenzo, why y'all keep dissin' my block
I love my niggas, everybody shot
And I'm sanctioned
I see that chain, yeah, you know I'ma take it
Told bro, "Go creep"
I love my niggas and, no, we ain't shootin' from deep
O-On feet, if we don't got the gun, I be he get beat out his sneaks
She a freak, and that bitch a thot, she wanna suck me to sleep
I'ma just flock at that V
And I see a opp, I bet I rock 'em right to sleep, damn