Young Dolph, Migos - Drop It Off lyrics

(Zaytoven) yeah (yeah, yeah)
It's Dolph (Ayy) migos (Uh huh, woo)

Drop that sack off (That sack)
Drop them racks off (Them racks)
Bad bitch in my car
(Ayy) , takin' her panties off (Woo)
We know you real soft (Real soft) , yeah
That's real talk (Real talk)
This is for my niggas that
Get them birds off, yeah, yeah
(Brrt, brrt)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain't gettin' no money
I wish you well (Go get the money)
I'm havin' too much traffic
Neighbors gon' tell (yeah, ayy, pull up)
I gotta put you down 'bout my clientele
(Uh, huh)

My clientele jumpin'
(Turn up) , I think I'm onto somethin' (yeah)
I never had nothin'
(Nah) , that's why I'm always stuntin' (yeah)
My right hand man was
There when nobody wasn't (For real)
You ever seen three million cash, nigga
In all hundreds? (Woo)
Shut the spot down
I smell the drug task coming (Woop-woop)
Throw away all the phones, uh
I got rich off strong, yeah
If you take care your family, then
You my type of nigga, ayy
I might sit down and chop it
Up, count some millions with you, woah
Dolph Gabbana
Can't do nothing with a broke ho (Uh, uh)
Can't trust a nigga because where I'm from
They cutthroat (Ayy)
You play ball, sell weed
Or you cookin' dope? (Which one?)
It ain't 'bout big money
Then I ain't who you lookin' for

Drop that sack off (That sack)
Drop them racks off (Them racks)
Bad bitch in my car
(Ayy) , takin' her panties off (Woo)
We know you real soft (Real soft) , yeah
That's real talk (Real talk)
This is for my niggas that
Get them birds off, yeah, yeah
(Brrt, brrt)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain't gettin' no money
I wish you well (Go get the money)
I'm havin' too much traffic
Neighbors gon' tell (Ayy, pull up)
I gotta put you down 'bout my clientele
(Uh, huh)

Colossal (Ayy) , Gelato (Gelato)
Neighbors knockin' at my door
Ask what's that loud smell? (Cookie)
Draco aimin' at my peephole (Peephole)
Ain't 'bout no violence, they gon' tell
Quick to call 12 (12)
Dribble a ball, bale (Bale)
We sellin' the raw, shells (Raw)
He poppin' that lame shit (Pop)
The chopper shoot like it's a ball player
(Baow) give me the pot, give me the powder
I bet I turn it to paste
Who call the shots? Who talk on wires?
(Who) , I bet I turn 'em to waste (Who?)
I keep the fire, Michael Myers
I'm in the dark, connivin'
Bombin', Osama Bin Laden
Under the ground plottin'
Smokin' on poison ivy (Poison)
Bricks in a porta-potty (Bricks)
When I'm with Dolph, we divin' (Dive)
Slippery diamonds slidin' (Hey)

Drop that sack off (That sack)
Drop them racks off (Them racks)
Bad bitch in my car
(Ayy) , takin' her panties off (Woo)
We know you real soft (Real soft) , yeah
That's real talk (Real talk)
This is for my niggas that
Get them birds off, yeah, yeah
(Brrt, brrt)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain't gettin' no money
I wish you well (Go get the money)
I'm havin' too much traffic
Neighbors gon' tell (Ayy, pull up)
I gotta put you down 'bout my clientele
(Uh, huh)