Drop A Bag

(Album: Rubba Band Business - 2010)

[Future:]
If young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you

[Juicy J:]
I will blast on your ass
I got riders like a cab
Sending them hitters at your ass
You gon' make me drop a bag
You a hoe, you know we know
Fuck around and get exposed
Gangster on the internet
In real life you'd like see before

Perpetrate, impersonate
You too soft to catch a fade
I got niggas in these streets that touch more snow than Christmas day
Blow my high, lose my cool
You gon' make that "in the new"
They can't find your head 'till ID you, they don't have a clue
It's going down on your block, where the bread at?
Catch you sleeping, homie send some shots, where your bed at?
Got your bitch, like what you thinking nigga, where your head at?
Talking all that shit, you wish you wouldn't have said that
You a dead man
Fill you up with lead, man
Real niggas, I bring that
They gon' go to war for me, they gon' bring your head back (bitch)
And I know where you been, where you stand, man (hoe)
Ain't no running off of me 'cause I don't play that match

I will blast on your ass
I got riders like a cab
Sending them hitters at your ass
You gon' make me drop a bag
You a hoe, you know we know
Fuck around and get exposed
Gangster on the internet
In real life you'd like see before

[God:]
Everybody know your own when you're stunting
You done fucked with the wrong nigga money
Niggas running to your home when they coming
Sending shots that you don't [?]
Give up on your bruh like we got it on lock
Birdie in the block, run up to your spot
Running in and out, bet you fucking with the cops
Working with the opps, trying to put me in the box (bitch)
Yeah, I got niggas looking up to me, nigga I'm a star
Yeah, drive get slow but your shit don't start
Yeah, nigga ran out but he better not stop (running)
You could put niggas on but you still gon' plot, yeah
Got a couple niggas still on the block
I could make me a mill' on the block (mill')
In the way that I rap them things I could get me a deal on the block
Lotta niggas ain't real on the block
Lotta niggas get killed on the block
Even though they ain't getting no money them dumbass niggas be still on the block
I cook that steel on the block

[Juicy J:]
I will blast on your ass
I got riders like a cab
Sending them hitters at your ass
You gon' make me drop a bag
You a hoe, you know we know
Fuck around and get exposed
Gangster on the internet
In real life you'd like see before

Play me some paper man
[God:]
Man, fuck these whole fake ass hoes on Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook
Bitches showing their titties and shit trying to get niggas attention
All the nigga did, fuck you hoes, man
But let's get fucked up