Drop away, playa ft. Sir Louie Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, mixed by Warren

LIL DEEZY (oh Lord!) Ha!

And you know it's Sir Louie, boy, yeah, haha, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh

Yo, uh

Flipping the script, I'm flipping the page

Doing my thing I been stuck in my ways

I been the realest since back in the day

I been the realest since back in the day

Flipping the script, I'm flipping the page

Doing my thing I been stuck in my ways

I been the realest since back in the uh

I been the realest since back in the, back in the

Hol up

Mix that new with the old stuff

Y'all niggas lame like a bowl cut

Lights turn up when I show up

You know us, hold up

Gotta turn up when I touch down

Spent two mil on a bust down

Nigga chill, you doing too much now

Philosophy, I'm like Socrates

MVP, you ain't stopping me

Off the rip, boy, I bought some Bitcoin

It's going up, I'm on a shopping spree

Shorty said she gon hold me down

I said cool, you better show me now

You know I hate to be lonely now

You know I hate to be lonely, woah

He coming for blood, I be coming for bones

So one of one I could not have a clone

Had to survive I just did what I know

Pay your respect when I sit on the throne

Puffin this tree now I'm all in my zone

I'm not afraid to go off of the dome

Niggas too weak, man they injury prone

Pay your respect when I sit on the throne

Sit on the throne, chyeah

We coming for blood and bones, nigga, yeah

You ain't Al Capone, nigga, you ain't a hitter, you ain't none of that

Aye look, chyeah!

The pole be spinning like the barbershop near

Scare your crows if you trynna steal crops

Opp got knocked, homie don't play that

Pass me the aux, slap off your face tatts

You feel the sentiment like cough drops

I heard you catch offense, when I blacker the Benz, when I clap all my hands and I draw shots

But you call cops, when you want to

I'm on my 1-2, the only 12 that I'm drawn to is lunchtime

And that's a rocket, take off; you get banned like a drumline

You is a sucker; Dum-Dums time

You is a busta: Dum-Dums time

They say no heir to the throne, but you ran outta breath when you got flung, slime

I don't wanna get bagged, only thing that I fear is arrest, uh

I don't wanna take a nap, only thing that I fear is a rest

Might snap like I'm trynna remember sum like «uhm uhm»

Niggas is chumps, they succumb, niggas is chump, they need pumps

Serving the plain food, fuck it, nigga, I'm painful like a muddafucking lump sum

Haha, yeah, okay, fuck nigga where you come from?

Real dungeon of rap, fake niggas is not making it back (they not, nigga!)

Haha, and that's facts, nigga! (That's fizzacts! skirt! SLICE DEM UP….)