Goin Cop A Drop
Cheeah, nothing promise so I kick it
Like I'm bout to leave
Fighting pressure got me practicing
My barb and weave
I deal with hate like love is
Something that I don't believe
Nothing less than thankful tryna
Cherish everyday I breathe
Street nigga, hood credit nigga nothing cash
Unless I'm in the hood stunting
With my nothing ass paparazzi on em look at
All these flashing lights
Outta control something like a pilot
Who was crash at flight
Seven letter certified by the sender
I bring the hood to any section I enter
And that they better remember
They tell me smile but in they no mind DJ
One of my brothers gone away till November
Until then I'm goin be
Go and cop a drop
Sittin-sittin on some custom rims
Go and cop a drop
Sittin-sittin on some custom rims
Go and cop a drop
Sittin-sittin on some custom rims
Go and cop a drop
Sittin-sittin on some custom rims
I represent for the south
(hey) my resident is a sloim
I represent for the south
(hey) my resident is a sloim
I represent for the south
(hey) my resident is a sloim
Lil homies on the corner
Askin what the buisness?
I say the struggle knowing haters
Praying that I'm finished
They rather superman but radio
Say he's a menace
When others left the hood these
Stay to catch perfect attendants
Word on the street messing with Trae
It could lose your career
Yeah that might be true the pussy
Niggas who living in fear fuck em
Seeing it close something
They wouldn't using
This day eviction note is tell
Them niggas keep it moving
The sound in my trunk is atomic
Speakers plexing
And I'm slippin on this Challenger
Glass see on reflection
And I'm pose through anger management
Swangers so much aggression
Even wise over stretching like crazy
No direction
I'm in this old school nobody
But me in the car
I fin em slumps try'na duck
Off from being a star
Call it an asshole state of mind
So I do clarity at this watch under
These rocks to display the time
Half of that inside the grill
Or say I'm doin fine
I know these haters hot as fuck
To see me doin mine
They tell me focus on the day
I only see at night
In this black locs try'na stop
The world from being bright
Cheeah, till the casket I'm
The realist in it
I guess they never got the message
So I'm here to send it
I'm on they ass until
The world understand me
I try to tell em ain't no
Way they can ban me picture me rollin I'm