Yeah, in this bitch, I'm with EC
We shootin' shit like it's a scene
And she f*ckin' with the team
Put that lil' boy on TV
Yeah, that nigga on the screen
He was talkin' on IG
We left his body in the street
Yeah, we left that boy deceased
I just copped a brand new piece
Dumped that bitch,
Cause I had to run from the police
Heard he was a snitch,
Buddy got a quick release
F*ckin' with the opps,
Boy, you know you can't get close to me
One line of the wock,
Boy, you know that's lil' dose to me
All my niggas totin' somethin',
Bitch, you ain't approachin' me
Yeah, she bad,
I'll spend some racks,
But can't no bitch get over me
I'm f*ckin' up on your bitch,
I'm all in her ovaries
Ridin' with them choppas,
Yeah, we ridin with them felonies
Smokin' on that Za, lil bitch,
You know I'm feelin heavenly
These niggas fake pumpin'
Me and my gang steppin heavily
In a rush to get that bag,
No, we ain't goin steadily
Tryin' to get a house up in the hills,
I'm talkin' Beverly
EC be trappin',
But my mama think I'm dropshippin
Little do she know
I be makin' niggas go missin
Shoulda listened to yo gut,
You know that I was catfishin
I be on the block,
Servin' early at dawn
If you rockin' with me,
Yeah, you gon' get put on
Yeah, my boy Luh Cray
Had to get me on this song
Pop me a perc', Feel like King Kong,
Told her no clothes, then they get gone
Told that lil' bitch in the mornin',
Yeah, you gotta get gone
Buddy don't know who he talkin' to,
He need to lower his tone
Me and my niggas,
Yeah, we do you wrong
Stackin' the racks while these plays hit my phone
Wearin' this ice,
Yeah, my niggas froze
Pull up with fye,
My niggas gon' blow
F*ck with EC,
Yeah, he got the lows
Pop me a perc',
Bitch, I'm in that mode
Wettin' shit up,
We pull up with a hose
Don't f*ck with these niggas,
They doin' the most
We goin' up, yeah,
My niggas, we chose
I'm on that Za,
Ain't shit on my nose
He talkin' down,
Put him in the cold
F*ck the police, bitch,
I'll never fold
He a bitch in real life,
That nigga a troll
F*ck on that bitch,
Then I pass to the bro
Yeah, in this bitch, I'm with EC
We shootin' shit like it's a scene
And she f*ckin' with the team
Put that lil' boy on TV
Yeah, that nigga on the screen
He was talkin' on IG
We left his body in the street
Yeah, we left that boy deceased
Luh Cray - DROPSHIPPN (feat. YRK EC) Lyrics
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Yeah, in this bitch, I'm with EC
We shootin' shit like it's a scene
And she f*ckin' with the team
Put that lil' boy on TV
Yeah, that nigga on the screen
He was talkin' on IG
We left his body in the street
Yeah, we left that boy deceased
I just copped a brand new piece
Dumped that bitch,
Cause I had to run from the police
Heard he was a snitch,
Buddy got a quick release
F*ckin' with the opps,
Boy, you know you can't get close to me
One line of the wock,
Boy, you know that's lil' dose to me
All my niggas totin' somethin',
Bitch, you ain't approachin' me
Yeah, she bad,
I'll spend some racks,
But can't no bitch get over me
I'm f*ckin' up on your bitch,
I'm all in her ovaries
Ridin' with them choppas,
Yeah, we ridin with them felonies
Smokin' on that Za, lil bitch,
You know I'm feelin heavenly
These niggas fake pumpin'
Me and my gang steppin heavily
In a rush to get that bag,
No, we ain't goin steadily
Tryin' to get a house up in the hills,
I'm talkin' Beverly
EC be trappin',
But my mama think I'm dropshippin
Little do she know
I be makin' niggas go missin
Shoulda listened to yo gut,
You know that I was catfishin
I be on the block,
Servin' early at dawn
If you rockin' with me,
Yeah, you gon' get put on
Yeah, my boy Luh Cray
Had to get me on this song
Pop me a perc', Feel like King Kong,
Told her no clothes, then they get gone
Told that lil' bitch in the mornin',
Yeah, you gotta get gone
Buddy don't know who he talkin' to,
He need to lower his tone
Me and my niggas,
Yeah, we do you wrong
Stackin' the racks while these plays hit my phone
Wearin' this ice,
Yeah, my niggas froze
Pull up with fye,
My niggas gon' blow
F*ck with EC,
Yeah, he got the lows
Pop me a perc',
Bitch, I'm in that mode
Wettin' shit up,
We pull up with a hose
Don't f*ck with these niggas,
They doin' the most
We goin' up, yeah,
My niggas, we chose
I'm on that Za,
Ain't shit on my nose
He talkin' down,
Put him in the cold
F*ck the police, bitch,
I'll never fold
He a bitch in real life,
That nigga a troll
F*ck on that bitch,
Then I pass to the bro
Yeah, in this bitch, I'm with EC
We shootin' shit like it's a scene
And she f*ckin' with the team
Put that lil' boy on TV
Yeah, that nigga on the screen
He was talkin' on IG
We left his body in the street
Yeah, we left that boy deceased
We shootin' shit like it's a scene
And she f*ckin' with the team
Put that lil' boy on TV
Yeah, that nigga on the screen
He was talkin' on IG
We left his body in the street
Yeah, we left that boy deceased
I just copped a brand new piece
Dumped that bitch,
Cause I had to run from the police
Heard he was a snitch,
Buddy got a quick release
F*ckin' with the opps,
Boy, you know you can't get close to me
One line of the wock,
Boy, you know that's lil' dose to me
All my niggas totin' somethin',
Bitch, you ain't approachin' me
Yeah, she bad,
I'll spend some racks,
But can't no bitch get over me
I'm f*ckin' up on your bitch,
I'm all in her ovaries
Ridin' with them choppas,
Yeah, we ridin with them felonies
Smokin' on that Za, lil bitch,
You know I'm feelin heavenly
These niggas fake pumpin'
Me and my gang steppin heavily
In a rush to get that bag,
No, we ain't goin steadily
Tryin' to get a house up in the hills,
I'm talkin' Beverly
EC be trappin',
But my mama think I'm dropshippin
Little do she know
I be makin' niggas go missin
Shoulda listened to yo gut,
You know that I was catfishin
I be on the block,
Servin' early at dawn
If you rockin' with me,
Yeah, you gon' get put on
Yeah, my boy Luh Cray
Had to get me on this song
Pop me a perc', Feel like King Kong,
Told her no clothes, then they get gone
Told that lil' bitch in the mornin',
Yeah, you gotta get gone
Buddy don't know who he talkin' to,
He need to lower his tone
Me and my niggas,
Yeah, we do you wrong
Stackin' the racks while these plays hit my phone
Wearin' this ice,
Yeah, my niggas froze
Pull up with fye,
My niggas gon' blow
F*ck with EC,
Yeah, he got the lows
Pop me a perc',
Bitch, I'm in that mode
Wettin' shit up,
We pull up with a hose
Don't f*ck with these niggas,
They doin' the most
We goin' up, yeah,
My niggas, we chose
I'm on that Za,
Ain't shit on my nose
He talkin' down,
Put him in the cold
F*ck the police, bitch,
I'll never fold
He a bitch in real life,
That nigga a troll
F*ck on that bitch,
Then I pass to the bro
Yeah, in this bitch, I'm with EC
We shootin' shit like it's a scene
And she f*ckin' with the team
Put that lil' boy on TV
Yeah, that nigga on the screen
He was talkin' on IG
We left his body in the street
Yeah, we left that boy deceased
Writer: jon jones
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