BEAT DROPS Lyrics

Yea

Kayban i do this for my hood my shit

My hood is my shit my shit is my hood

You know what i mean

My shit is my hood

Nigghas

In a bit we keep it lit like beetle

Yea

Like I scale through the play off

Make it on my day off

Getting paid am paid off

Dj turn the music up

We about to make the light on

Play the album zion

By kayban let the dance on

Fell a couple of times

On my fucking way up

Still i never give up

On my dreams no fucking up

The beat drop let the dance on

The shit pop let's tag along

The beat drop let the dance on

The shit pop let's tag along

The beat drop let the dance on

The shit pop let's tag along

The beat drop let the dance on

The shit pop let's tag along

Am still the same man no deny

Am using my time I don't waste my time

So don't waste my time you heard my last rhyme

I don't waste my time

Let's get to business stop the blah blah

Lah lah take you further to the brain land

To my home land make you know am from naija

Let's get to business and stop the blah blah

It's time to win I don't see no problem

Return of simba and even lahlah

It's time my sin I don't see none of them

Work ahead as overtime

I made myself a billionaire

No time

The return of simba left a scar on your face

Agege city lagos that's my birth place

It slaps so hard like a blunt with a lace

I know what you thinking niggha

We only come and blaze

That's why they call me niggha Tory Lanez

If i ever go to toronto

Ama make it up to toronto

Make it up like Olodo

Kayban like ologbo olodo onigbo

Every body shayo

Last last

Make the dance on

The shit pop let's tag along

The heat drop let the champagne pop

Everybody turn up

No more fuck up

No more fucking up

Till you turn it up

Everybody turn up no more fucking up

Everybody hit us up no more talking up

Everybody spit it out no more shiting out

Everybody turn it up no more turning up

The beat drop let the dance on

The shit pop let's tag along

The heat drop let the champagne pop

Everybody turning up no more fucking up

More cashing out to the cashing in

They threw more money outside to the inside

I take care of families both outside and inside

They thought I couldn't breathe

I know how much i can breathe

You know what i mean

I fuck with words rhyme with bar

No offense you free to bar

Strike you from afar with the pose of my car

Blue black color, check var

Smooth slide no coal tar

Kayban Abacha, Yes Sir

We've always been calm before calm comes

I bake Cook and serve myself ma good shit

I don't need to wear gucci or even egusi

All I need is a good beat, solid weed and new fish

You wish for i work for

You know more

Here comes war

You know what

You know what

You get caught

Your guts hurt

Finish and klar

It's how you feel the pain that makes you continue the game

Till you gain continue again again and again

Yea

The beat drops let the dance on

The gee pop let the champagne pop

The beat drops let the dance on

The shit pop let tag along

The heat drop let the champagne pop

Everybody turn up no more fucking up

The beat drops let the dance on

The shit drop pop let's tag along

The heat drop let the champagne pop

Everybody turn up no more fucking up

Yea yea

I set goals, take control, drink out of my own bottle

I make mistakes but learn from everyone

And when it's said and done.I bet this brother be a better one

If I upset you don't stress. Never Forget, that God isn't finished with me Yet

Kayban

Yes sir