[Intro]
When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
[Verse 1]
When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy
TikTok, big Glock, big Glizzy
I’ma ball, I was broke for every BDay
Get the money, spend it with my niggas each way
I be pimpin’ these hoes, no, it ain’t easy
When I cash out the stack, I’m glitchy
Bitch I’m blowin’ money fast like Meech, ayy
Still I wear the same sweats for like three days
Give a fuck ’bout these hoes, I gotta eat, yeah
I got places to go, people to meet, yeah
I be duckin’ these fuck niggas and the leechers
Niggas cheatin’ thеse blogs, how they be rеachin’
Roll my reefers in [?], bitch I be chiefin’
I hate to seem like a boss, they know I’m glitchin’
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I’m glitchin’
They out here ridin’ the wave, they in the deep end
I call her for some shorty, she and her three friends
I’m dippin’ off in a Rolls
They call me three hundred thousand, baby, I’m livin’ large, yeah
Pre-own the houses, baby, I’m thinkin’ smart, yeah
She wanna pull up ’cause she know I keep it G.I. Joe to decease, I’m glitch, I know, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy
Knowin’ that you pussy niggas couldn’t see me
It ain’t promised so you gotta live it each day
So I gotta fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Can’t nobody tell me nothin’, it’s my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay
[Post-Chorus/Bridge]
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
[Verse 2]
In the grocery shoppin’ lookin’ like CJ
Wholesale with a pound like DJ
Nigga fuckin’ with my money, he catchin’ three fade
That nigga play with me funny, I give him three days
Real talk, motherfucker I’m glitchin’, yeah
Tell a broke nigga straight, “Stop leechin'”
Down in Miami, the Bentley on the highway
I feel like Fetty, I seen the girl swingin’ my way
Momma gobblin’, wobblin’ on the [?]
That toppy feelin’ [?] when she slide
She dropped an ice cube on it like Friday
Lil’ mama price too, too, too high, bae
If you really with the gang, then you gon’ sign in
VVS’s in my chain, them bitches blindin’
Twenty thousand in the stand, bitch, can you find ’em?
Niggas they don’t understand, bitch, I’m a grinder
Hustlin’ knives, big duffle of cash
My money is stashed, the police comin’, shit I’m duckin’ and dashin’
From the twenty, the thirty, baby, shit [?] the cash
Prayin’ that you fake niggas never last like that, ayy
[Chorus]
When I drop, nigga, I’ma drop easy
Knowin’ that you pussy niggas couldn’t see me
It ain’t promised so you gotta live it each day
So I gotta fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Can’t nobody tell me nothin’, it’s my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up for my BDay
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