Lyrics: Mikey Taylor
Music: Mikey Taylor
[Intro]
(Hey everybody, it's LG)
Huh (Outtatown), came in the game, made these niggas wanna switch it up (Hehe)
Cryin' while you in pain, I know you don't give a ****
Holdin' all that shit against me, guess you had it tucked
[Chorus]
Make her drop, make her drop that shit down like a workout
If I do it, show the brains out
If you on the 'net, show me, know I like to keep it lowkey
Huh, yeah, protectin' my peace
Drop the set then I'm gone for the week
What's goin' with you?
Nigga call me fake but I ain't hit the bong with ya
Feel like I can't see, it get so dark, we [?]
I'm 'bout to throw up, too many faces, look at my liver
[Verse 1]
You sayin' that you don't love me, huh
Sittin' in the crib, **** all these niggas, I'm findin' my peace
Don't wanna **** with none of these hoes, they just holdin' me
Now I got bread, bitches wanna be bold with me
Wasn't like that back then
If it's a lot of fake niggas 'round you then you get too distracted
I ****ed up on my own, nobody had me back then
If they try to spin back on that ****-shit, tell 'em, "Die laughin'"
Yeah, you can die laughin'
[Chorus]
Make her drop that shit down like a workout
If I do it, show the brains out
If you on the 'net, show me, know I like to keep it lowkey
Huh, yeah, protectin' my peace
Drop the set then I'm gone for the week
What's goin' with you?
Nigga call me fake but I ain't hit the bong with ya
Feel like I can't see, it get so dark, we [?]
I'm 'bout to throw up, too many faces, look at my liver, huh
[Verse 2]
Stars in the sky, they alignin'
Why you skin [suit mine?]? Wish I was intertwin' it
This is not a lean, yeah, my cup got wine in it
I'ma drink the whole bottle 'til we all finish
Smoke weed 'til my brain missin'
Say I'm not a [?], huh, no I'm [?]
Say that I ain't ate but you know I eat it
Life get hard, you just gotta side with that vision
[Chorus]
Make you drop that shit down like a workout
If I do it, show the brains out
If you on the 'net, show me, know I like to keep it lowkey
Huh, yeah, protectin' my peace
Drop the set then I'm gone for the week
What's goin' with you?
Nigga call me fake but I ain't hit the bong with ya
Feel like I can't see, it get so dark, we [?]
I'm 'bout to throw up, too many faces, look at my liver, huh