Drop lyrics

[Intro]
(J. White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & DaBaby]
Drop, shake your ass then (Shake your ass then)
Drop, with your best friend (Best friend)
Stop, that ain't your cousin, ho
That ain't your brother, ho
Y'all be f*ckin', ho
Drop, shake your ass then (Shake your ass then)
Stop, with your best friend (Best friend)
Drop, that ain't your cousin, ho
That ain't your brother, ho
Y'all be f*ckin', ho (Okay)

[Verse 1: DaBaby]
My b*tch go to school, she a good girl, but she still shakin' ass and titties (Let's go)
She gon' act like it's Magic City
As soon as she get out of class, I hit it (Let's go)
I be runnin' from hoes, get 'em off me
Wait outside my hotel, b*tches stalk me (Ah)
If she think we gon' chill, that b*tch lost mе (No)
Really with that for real, you just talkin' (Let's go)
Gotta watch what you do with that ass, can't lеt you get close, you know I got that forty (Watch out)
She call me her bro when she horny
I'm in love like T-Pain, I'ma call her my shorty (Yeah, b*tch)
Her ass make a whole lot of noise when I f*ck from the back and it clap, it's annoying (Let's go)
His b*tch want a real n*gga, he borin'
She make that ass jump out the gym like it's Jordan
That b*tch gon' make it
[Chorus: Yo Gotti & DaBaby]
Drop, shake your ass then (Let's go)
Drop, with your best friend (That ain't your best friend, you need to)
Stop, that ain't your cousin, ho (Uh-uh)
That ain't your brother, ho
Y'all be f*ckin', ho
Drop, shake your ass then (Shake your ass then)
Stop, with your best friend (Best friend)
Drop, that ain't your cousin, ho
That ain't your brother, ho
Y'all be f*ckin', ho

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
He think we family, we not (We friends)
I be burnin' up the top (Ugh)
I call her sis, she want the di*k, we went half on a spot (Cha-ching)
We f*ck on her friends together (Together)
She my homegirl, whatever (Whatever)
She got a n*gga, she in love, but I be f*ckin' on her better (Uh)
Yeah, I'm her friend-friend (I am)
I wanna f*ck her again-gain
Introduce me as her brother friend
That's big cap, we pretend-tend
These hoes got so much game, you n*ggas be lame
Get out your feelings, you should be ashamed
Lil' b*tch from the hood, I took her to Wafi and got her a chain
Call her my twin, she with the gang
I am (I am), that n*gga (That n*gga)
Big old strap, but the check bigger
Truck four wheels worth six figures
Beverly Hills residence, eight figures
New RAM, that's two hundred (Two hundred)
Just touched a mill', I've been done it (Been done it)
f*ckin' on a b*tch from the back, smack her on her ass, bumpin' Three 6, "Who Run It"
[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
Drop, shake your ass then (Shake your ass then)
Drop, with your best friend (Best friend)
Stop, that ain't your cousin, ho
That ain't your brother, ho
Y'all be f*ckin', ho
Drop, shake your ass then (Shake your ass then)
Stop, with your best friend (Best friend)
Drop, that ain't your cousin, ho
That ain't your brother, ho
Y'all be f*ckin', ho