Dropped Off lyrics

[Chorus]
Got off the call with my manager
I just him, "I'm gon' get it going"
My producer just sent me a beat
I just told, "I'm gon' get the flow in"
b*tch, I'm rappin, I'm rappin the heat
I could never fall under defeat
Now that they know I'm making that money
All the sudden they f*cking with me

[Verse 1]
It's whatever, I know how it be
You can't make a band in a week
My n*gga you mad 'cause you sleep
Just stop it, [?]
Man, you think that you're hard, n*gga
We all know you not
We saw you talking to cops
Don't f*ck around, get shot
Don't ever try to do something like that and then coming around on the block
'Cause that sh*t is just gon' get you got
n*gga know it, he probably forgot

[Refrain]
b*tch, don't get dropped off
They f*cking around
Tryna get you down, get you knocked off
These n*ggas, they be on my di*k because they know that I popped off
Man you not a man, you a b*tch, and we know that you soft-soft
(Just stop trying, n*gga)
[Verse 2]
I'ma just stack up my bread, get a Lamb truck, yeah
I'ma just f*ck on a b*tch 'cause she bad, I might let her fan-f*ck, yeah
I might just go lay that b*tch on her ass, do some for the camera, aye
I [?] and now she can't stand up, aye

[Chorus]
Got off the call with my manager
I just him, "I'm gon' get it going"
My producer just sent me a beat
I just told, "I'm gon' get the flow in"
b*tch, I'm rappin, I'm rappin the heat
I could never fall under defeat
Now that they know I'm making that money
All the sudden they f*cking with me

[Verse 3]
Told my momma, "don't worry 'bout nun" (Nothing)
You know that I got you for life (Let's go)
Man, I had to go to the jeweler (Huh)
Man, I had to get me some ice (Yeah)
Man, I get to get me some nice
They gon' be cold like an ice cube
We taking that b*tch out my life (Let's go)
I told that lil b*tch, "I don't like you"
And she be like drip-drip
I seen a bad b*tch, and she could get it-get it
She a savage, I know she with it-with it
When she put on her jeans, I seen her ass, and that sh*t fitted-fitted
She could get it-get it (Let's go)
I just went to the store in the morning
She be like, "what the f*ck is you doing?"
b*tch, don't worry 'bout me where I'm going
Told my dawg, "turn me up on the mic"
I gotta do this tonight, yeah
b*tch, I gotta finish the album
I'm talking 'bout Summer of Svrite (Yeah!)
[Refrain]
b*tch, don't get dropped off
They f*cking around
Tryna get you down, get you knocked off
These n*ggas, they be on my di*k because they know that I popped off
Man you not a man, you a b*tch, and we know that you soft-soft
(Just stop trying, n*gga)