Vela Seff - DROP lyrics

(produced by jjturnmeup)

This can go two ways so nigga choose up
Think this nigga police, he acting too tough
Steady posing with his blick
Trying to prove sum
Aye, even yo homies know you ain't go do nun

I was in the bank so much
They thought I was a teller
She fucking so good aye I
Think she want that Telfar
I'm sick of ova east
She say "this where Herb be?"
She asking all them question
Bitch we sliding on JT
And she begging me to talk
But this Tesla beatin me
I know they look rich but
Everything ain't what it seems
Heard you get a rush off doing crazy things
Walk in this bank and do this 8k for me
Yeah he talkin crazy
But he ain't talkin to me
Not suprised he capping boy I
Heard that talk is cheap

He keep saying he steppin
We gone come and see they hawking your page
We gone find out where you be
I feelin like a mathlete
Countin up these knots
Gone be a track meet if
My broski see his opps
Why 12 always trying to make
This life shit a job
Can't turn on this block, jakes too hot

Remember sittin' in my room prayin
That the pain would stop
That was my first love tell
Tht bitch kick rocks
Imma all star baby, pass me the rock
Told her to pullup bitch fuck a shot clock
Bro half sleep politicin off the Wock
He seen some crazy shit
Outside huggin the block
Need a crazy wrist, and I need a big Glock
Its gone be a sad day if
He think he got the drop

Remember sittin' in my room prayin
That the pain would stop
That was my first love tell
Tht bitch kick rocks
Imma all star baby, pass me the rock
Told her to pullup bitch fuck a shot clock
Bro half sleep politicin off the Wock
He seen some crazy shit
Outside huggin the block
Need a crazy wrist, and I need a big Glock
Its gone be a sad day if
He think he got the drop