Appreciation lyrics

[Intro]
This can't be real
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
N9815L, I'm in trouble (Bee)
Mayday, mayday, mayday!
Rogers, we have the bomb
We got a [?] on [?]

[Verse 1]
In this b*tch by myself (I have no idea where I'm going)
Finna spit it so hot, make a mic melt (I'm-I'm going to crash)
And this .40 right here by my Vivi belt
This a Vivi belt this not a BB belt
If I go double C, it's a CC belt
Do this sh*t by myself, I don't need no help
In the 600 got on no seatbelt
If I said I was sorry, that's heartfelt
And I f*cked over you, I ain't mean that
On the pills and I'm throwing that lean back
I touch down and I'm like, "Where the lean at?"
Pop two sticks, where the dirty and the beans at?
Big black truck, where the f*ck is the wings at
Can't get stuck with a sl*t, and I mean that
I whip that drum up, bust where your team at
And he just said what? Wipe him like Kleenex
Fifties and hunnid bucks, act like you seen that
He on that snotty stuff, we gon' come clean that
Bust where your team at, bust where your queen at
Out the window with that stick, he gon' swing that
Bust where the scene at
One phone call and they shoot, and we green that
Smoking dead oppster
One phone call and they shootin' wherever he seen
They say they gon' drop us
Too many bodies, get Rich as The Kid
Kill your whole team, they know they can't stop us
[Chorus]
They tryna drop us
APD, they tryna lock us up
Sent to the doctor
Too many bodies keep poppin' up
Smoke on that oppster
Man down, man down, smoking that opp stuff
I got b*tches with me, and I got it on me
Walk up on ya, we knock out ya pasta

[Verse 2]
I got 50 on me with a switch up on it
By myself, I'm gon' kill your whole roster
When I creep through that cut, they like, "What they doing?"
Right before I go up with the choppa
And the whole city know what the f*ck we is doing
We like to go up with these choppas
And your ho really know what the f*ck she is doing
I told that b*tch, "Call me big poppa"
And your ho really know what the f*ck she is doing
I told that b*tch, "Call me big poppa"
My wrist steady glowin', it's snowin', it hittin' the needle
We sippin' on Wocky, not Nostrum
I'm hittin' your b*tch with this foreign
I know you gon' be thee, and that's the reason that I tossed it
Poppin' prescription pills then committin' evil
And that's the reason that I lost it
Pull up with extra foreigns, I'm in a two seater
Then I hopped out too wet, like a faucet
And I like a mean ass b*tch, I like my b*tch too bossy
I told Jugg I want a body, he said it won't cost me
When you playin' in this field shootouts come too often
You can't stand up to that steel, get put in that coffin
[Chorus]
They tryna drop us
APD, they tryna lock us up
Sent to the doctor
Too many bodies keep poppin' up
Smoke on that oppster
Man down, man down, smoking that opp stuff
I got b*tches with me, and I got it on me
Walk up on ya, we knock out ya pasta