Somebody Dropped lyrics

[Intro]
(Ooh, sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
Damn
Fah fah
Fah fah fah fah fah, I think somebody dropped
Yeaah

[Verse: YN Jay & KrispyLife Kidd]
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, I think somebody dropped
And somebody called lil 911, I think some ca-
Yea-heh-heehhh, yeaaa, aw sh*t
Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, I think somebody dropped
And somebody called 911, somebody called the cops
I let a hundred round drum off, think somebody shot
Tryna get another pint in, somebody call the doc’
This b*tch pus*y straight drop, I think it's called “Wok”
I caught dawg shop- I got the mall shot
Damn, I think my fiend told something, he's be acting weird
Unc, how you sell in the kitchen, you was stacking beers?
(Ahhhhhhh)
Bro scammed forty-thousand dollars from the cashier (f*ck, damn)
Stack two-point-one-five million, in the last yеar (Huh, hold on, huh, holy sh*t)
My unc’ going through withdrawals, this his last beer
My b*tch texted me that shе pregnant, that's my last fear
‘Cause I'll pay for the abortion in a heartbeat
b*tch
Damn, where the f*ck you been?
My white boy get car parts for the low, that's my hunky twin
You cannot rap with me or Jay, if you ain't touched a ten
Dawg cannot save from the book, if we ain't jumped you in
I just f*cked a super bad b*tch, then I f*cked her twin
They looked just alike though
I get to beatin' on your f*cking face like a punching bag
I just had to beat my fiend ass, with his junky ass
I just paid twenty five dollars, forgot to cut my grass
I ain'’t never used to go to school, was used to cut in class
Already knew it came right, had to cut the bag
Cops raided my one spot, had to flush the bag
n*gga think his b*tch never got f*cked, she used to f*ck in class
She ain’t never been no goody two shoes
Walking out Dior, I paid a lot for these moon boots
Start shooting in May, and it lasted in June too
Not June 2nd, like, June too
I just hit your b*tch in July, and June too
I just f*cked a n*gga wife, and I was the groom too
Why the f*ck you keep looking for something? Is you Blues Clues?
I got the old money, and I got the news blues
I mean, I got the new blues
b*tch lied, said she can't have babies, your tubes loose
Put the b*tch out the B.N.B., I’m a rude dude
b*tch asked me, “Who the Coochie Man?” He a smooth dude
b*tch got some long feet, them some dude's shoes
Take the b*tch to the store, to grab Russian Creams
I don't want no relationship, just f*ck and leave
I heard- heh huh, hum, hum, hmm, huh heeh
Sha-hem, uh heh, ah eeh
Stabbed a n*gga in the club, I just ripped your spleen
Told a b*tch she can't touch me, I’m too f*cking clean
I just stuffed ten grams of Dog in a lava lamp
n*gga tellin' story in his rap, that's a lotta cap
Lil bro slid earlier, but he stoppin' back
He probably did stop the punch bunny, it don't stop the strap
I love lean from the moon, and Wock, and back
Bust the Draco in self defense, I'm walking back
I don't need a speech, Stuart Little, I can't talk to rats
When I step in the b*tch crib, she offers snacks