Drop It Off - Young Dolph, Migos

Drop that sack off, drop the racks off

Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off

We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)

This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)

I know I got them people on my coattail (12)

If you ain’t getting no money

I wish you well (go get the money)

I’m havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up)

I gotta put you down by my clientele

Clientele jumpin' think I’m on to somethin'

I never had nothin', that’s why I’m always stuntin' (yea)

My right hand man was there when nobody wasn’t

You ever seen three million in cash nigga, in all hundreds

Shut the spot down I smell the drug task coming

Throw away all the phones, uh

I got rich off strong, yeah

If you take care of your family then you’re my type of nigga

I might sit down and trap and count some millions with you (woah) Dolph Gabbana

can’t do nothing with a broke hoe

Can’t trust a nigga cause where I come from they cut throat

You play ball, sell weed, or you cooking dope (which one)

If it ain’t bout big money, then I ain’t who you lookin' for

Drop that sack off, drop the racks off

Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off

We know you real soft, yeah that’s real talk

This for my niggas get them birds off

I know I got them people on my coattail (12)

If you ain’t getting money wish you well (go get the money)

I’m havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up)

I gotta put you down by my clientele

Colossal, Gelato

Neighbors knockin' at my door, ask what’s that loud smell?

(Cookie)

Draco, aimin' at my peephole (peephole)

Ain’t bout no violence, they gon' tell, quick to call 12

Dribble the ball, bale, we sellin' the raw, shells

He poppin' that lame shit

The chopper shoot like it’s a ball player

Give me the pot, give me the pot, and I bet I turn it to paste

Who call the shots, who talk on wires?

I bet I turn em to waste

I keep the fire, you Michael Myers

I’m in the dark, connivin'

Bombin', Osama Bin Laden

Under the ground plottin'

Smokin' on poison ivy, bricks in a porta-potty (bricks)

When I’m with Dolph we divin'

Slippery diamonds slidin'

Drop that sack off, drop the racks off

Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off

We know you real soft, that’s real talk (real talk)

This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)

I know I got them people on my coattail (12)

If you ain’t getting no money

I wish you well (go get the money)

I’m havin' too much traffic, neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up)

I gotta put you down by my clientele