Droppin Jewels

歌詞

Show me that I'm done I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah Ain't no more reminiscin' Ain't no more judgin', no intuition Tell me why I'm livin' Why am I remaining here? I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling Drop a body and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch I told my dawg I'm ridin' whether he right or wrong I done got big, they record my life through a drone I told my bitch to stay behind me, I'm in my zone She like, "How the fuck you ain't never wrote a song?" Same reason your fine ass ain't never wore a thong You ain't ridin' for life, then I'd just rather ride alone Bought you a spot, now you don't ever gotta go Yeah, I told my nigga I'ma drop the jewels on him You gotta go through this shit here with your heart, you can't snooze on it It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit, homie, huh If you can't beat 'em, knock it out 'em, whew If you gon' kill 'em, better not be sloppy I told my daughter, "Keep one in the head," she ain't gotta cock it I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body I told my son he ain't a cheerleader, but he might gotta catch a body His driver named Joe, but he still can't do it sloppy I just hopped up out that Ghost, I been drivin' a dead body I ain't really into nothin', but I spend it like a hobby I was locked inside the trap, didn't think about it, but I got out it Now my cars and clothes exotic I ain't 6ix9ine, but two hoes with me right now, you can call me Shotti I been droppin' all my vic's and now the FBI won't stop me Got this shit on fire like a Taki, nigga, woah, woah Show me that I'm done I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah Ain't no more reminiscin' Ain't no more judgin', no intuition Tell me why I'm livin' Why am I remaining here? I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling Yeah, they complimentin' my new Rolls-Royce TV in the front of that motherfucker like a tour bus Spirit of ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed, you see I told my bitch I was 'bout to go shoot up Trestletree Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars Couple millions to my mama and my pa Got the sniper on the roof for niggas tryna act hard I just bought a brand new coupe and it's a black Jaguar Matte black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma'am We gon' make us a porn star video, new cam I came up just watchin' my pop gamble my food stamps I just cause cramps, I don't go back and forth with tramps Baby, we stamped, just for that, I'ma call you "Ma'am" Got the T-Rex, I just gave my daddy the Cam I got the sheets wet Pick that lil' bitch up, then I slam her like I'm from D-X Then I fold her up like a clam, yeah It was dark, then I came to the light I was poor, now my doors suicide I don't know how to make it right, right Bought four Birkins for you, keep it light, light I don't care about you leavin' me I got no time to try to make it right I just hope you find another life Won't pick you up if you ever fall, right? (Woah, woah, woah) Show me that I'm done I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah Ain't no more reminiscin' Ain't no more judgin', no intuition Tell me why I'm livin' Why am I remaining here? I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling