FREE STR8DROPP lyrics

[Intro]
(What's up, Slim?)
(Ooh, who is that? Girl, that's Tella)
First things first, 'fore I say anything
Start with this sh*t, long live King Flippa
Paper Route Frank (Before then, I really think I gave you n*ggas too much motherf*cking time)
Forever gang, standin' on business (Ayy, Phantom, you the plug)
Big Paper Route business
Gang, gang
Ayy, man (Fah, fah, fah-fah-fah)
Since the blogs wanna report and post everything a n*gga do and sh*t
Ayy, y'all go tell that big head-ass n*gga Gotti he a b*tch (Ho-ass)
And your brother too, n*gga, he don't get away, f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (I ain't playin' hide and seek, n*gga)
Pop out (Yeah, my fans want that new-new, they waitin' for that hot sh*t)
pus*y, I ain't good at that type sh*t, n*gga
Aw yeah, one more thing, free Str8Dropp
I don't wish jail on nobody
Tryna see a n*gga tell
Paper Route Business, n*gga, f*ck sixty
Fifty racks in my pocket, all big heads (Gang)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, if you ain't with me, you against me
Still screamin' f*ck the opps (f*ck 'em)
First off, long live Dolph
Tell 'em free Dropp, wanna see a n*gga dead, not locked up (Stamp that)
Swear the safest place for him is to be in that box
'Cause I'm prayin' that I catch him, I'm tryna off a n*gga top (Bah-bah-bah)
Keep my foot on they neck, I ain't lettin' up (Hard on 'em)
Tryna get in my way, you gettin' wet up (b*tch)
Tell me how the f*ck you miss a whole hundred f*ckin' shots? (Haha)
I'm totin' a sixty on this AR, I shoot thirty, twenty droppin' (Twenty down)
b*tch, I'm poppin', nah, I really pop it
Swear my gang the hottest, Paper Route, we the topic (Gang)
Racks on me Ho Gotti (Stuffed with them big heads)
New chain cost a Masi' (Naw, these ain't no SIs)
Fans ask when I'm droppin' (Ayy, where that new-new at, Fizzle?)
Swear you rap n*ggas floppin' (n*ggas trash)
Got too much ice on my neck (Ice, baby)
Shawty wanna f*ck 'cause I'm poppin' (Thot-thots)
Probably got too many racks in 'em
So Amiri jeans hang off my bottom (My pants sag)
Paper got a n*gga limpin' when I walk
I'm a c*cky lil' n*gga
I need a Tic-Tac, all the sh*t a n*gga be talkin' (Ayy)
My fans want that new-new, they waitin' for that hot sh*t
They keep askin' me when that gangster sh*t droppin' (Ayy, when you droppin', Fizzle?)
Ahk sh*t, pop sh*t, 12 can't stop sh*t
Tell 'em free Ralo and f*ck all the cops (Free Ralo)
When I drop a tape, all the real n*ggas flockin' (Yeah)
Bad b*tches love me, can't get off my di*khead (Thottie)
My pockets on fat, bankroll Ho Gotti
Guess these racks in my pocket all big heads (Racks)
[Interlude]
Ayy, and this my last time speakin' on this sh*t, man
What my boy say?
CM who? CMF, Cocaine Musik Faggots
Neck full of water, water (Water), wrist full of water, water (Soaking wet)
Got all these choppers, choppers, play foul, that chopper—

[Verse 2]
Say it's smoke, we can link and wild out like we Biggie and Pac
I went watched the show, chose to carry my Glock
I be hard on these hoes, even harder on opps (Stamp that)
Big Paper Route business, we runnin' sh*t, n*ggas can't stop us (Stamp that)
Know we keep n*ggas mad (f*ck 'em)
Tell 'em f*ck n*ggas come do somethin' 'bout it (pus*y)
Come my way, watch how quick I reroute you (b*tch)
With this four-nickel
You rap n*ggas green as f*ck, dill pickle (Green-ass n*ggas)
Five chains on my neck like a popsicle (Icy)
Wrist cold, but I'm totin', so I'm hot
Gang wipe your nose like that sh*t full of snot
If I spin a n*gga block, catch him lackin', I'm walkin' (f*ck a drive-by)
Catch him in traffic and shot through his window (Hawk down)
Man, I pull up with a 9, homie thought it was a chopper
On the back of my Glock 26, that Nintendo (Switchy)
Playin' with your life, get it took
When you see me, don't frown, fix your face, you'll die off a look (On God)
Totin' a 5.56 with a hundred green tips in the clip
I'm tryna put a whole fifty in a jit (Stamp that)
How you miss a whole f*ckin' hundred f*ckin' shots? (pus*y, naw, the other half for Gotti)
How you miss a whole f*ckin' hundred f*ckin' shots? (Big-head motherf*cker, yeah)
Ahk sh*t, pop sh*t, 12 can't stop sh*t (Pop out, n*gga)
Tell the crowd it's free Ralo and long live Dolph (Stop all that hidin' n*gga)
We the ones up the score in the city
Say a bag on my head, we can wild out like Tupac and Biggie (We outside with it)
Big Grape got the big head (Stamp that)
I got your b*tch on my di*khead (Haha, thottie)
Talk a lot of sh*t, I need Big Red
Keep the racks in my pockets, big head
Ho Gotti
[Outro]
Big Paper Route, n*gga
f*ck the other side, man
Wack-ass sh*t
n*ggas only good with hidin' and motherf*ckin' hatin'
All that dodgin', man
n*ggas should've played dodgeball, man (Ooh, who is that? Girl, that's Tella)