Drop That B*tch Off - Young Dro

West Side, Bankhead, is where I’m from

Everything y’all did has been done

My True game and my shoe game

You can’t touch that shit

A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?»

Nah, fuck that bitch

Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch

A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?»

Nah, fuck that bitch

Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch

A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?»

Nah, fuck that bitch

Three — what you wanna do here?

Bitch, I’m a float like root beer

Still workin' on gettin' the Coupe cleared

You ain’t got none of my shoe gear

Red on the bottom, right, that’s red

Shorty, she a mother?

She hairy

Bitch you ugly and bitch you ugly

And both y’all hoes look scary

I don’t wanna get married

Chick, you a bird — Perry

All eatin' so good, these hoes like

«Boys, you’re gettin' fat, eat salad»

I’m ridin' round and I’m gettin' it in with no blanket

Got your main bitch on my dick shit, she, ain’t messin'

Her hips fat, I seen her walk past, I’m like «shit»

She seeing my automobile, she tried to push that, I said «bitch»

I bang hoes, ridin' in a drop top Range Rove

I train hoes, I’m a pimp, Trinidad James clothes

West Side, Bankhead, is where I’m from

Everything y’all did has been done

My True game and my shoe game

You can’t touch that shit

A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?»

Nah, fuck that bitch

Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch

A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?»

Nah, fuck that bitch

Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch

A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?»

Nah, fuck that bitch

Three — FDB man — fly like L-train

Me and E-Louie's got Checkerboards on

You ain’t got that pair, man

With my FDB clique — 33 deep shit

You tell that bitch, man, fuck that hoe

I ain’t startin' that shit, trick

Six for a birdbath — bitch, where’s your skirt at?

Ah, I like it, blowin' that kush on you like purp packs

Y’all niggas so wack… and bitch you so green

I pull up on the scene in the green Celine

Yeah nigga, I’m too clean

Westside, what’s upper?

Y’all niggas my supper

Fuck that bitch 'fore I do that shit

I might need me a rubber

Belly on rotund — one whip, four guns

If you see the baby mamma, holler:

«Fuck that bitch, that hoe ain’t no one»

West Side, Bankhead, is where I’m from

Everything y’all did has been done

My True game and my shoe game

You can’t touch that shit

A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?»

Nah, fuck that bitch

Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch

A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?»

Nah, fuck that bitch

Fuck that bitch, fuck that bitch

A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?»

Nah, fuck that bitch

West Side, Bankhead, is where I’m from

Everything y’all did has been done

My True game and my shoe game

You can’t touch that shit

A bitch that holler 'bout «fuck me?»

Nah, fuck that bitch