Drop My O lyrics

[Intro]
(Is this Glvck?)
Move, look, it's Move-Look
b*tch, it's Move-Look, grrah, damn
Grrah, grrah, grrah, move, look
Grrah, move, look, grrah, grrah
Grrah, grr-ah, grrah
Grr-ah, look, grr-ah

[Verse 1]
This b*tch wanna f*ck, tell her, "Shake it"
'Cause I popped a Perc', now I'm lit
Catch a Flocka, you better not slip
Diddy Bop, why you runnin' like Rick?
And y'all pussies, y'all just wanna diss
Like, look
Kick her out if this b*tch move wock
Yeah, that's a opp thot, yeah, she gettin' shot
Bangin' on a b*tches, n*gga, come to box
Y'all the type of n*ggas, call the cops
You drop my O then you get boomed
Whatever y'all throwin', I'm droppin' it too
'Cause pus*y n*gga, we not cool
When I see Sha Gz, yeah, he gettin' boomed
Don't run on Lotti, you ran on Woo
'Cause pus*y lil' n*gga, you foo
Can't forget and I'm droppin' the Two
See a opper, yeah, he gettin' boomed
You drop my O then you get boomed
Whatever y'all throwin', I'm droppin' it too
'Cause pus*y n*gga, we not cool
It's too oppy, where they at?
Tryna line me, b*tch, you gettin' smacked
Okay, I'ma just spin through the back
No run, put the beam on his back
Yeah, okay, y'all wanna diss
JB, JayRip, they tripped
Don't trip, 'cause when I get on, don't be on my di*k, grrah
[Bridge]
Gang-gang-gang, go get that n*gga
Y'all know what I'm on (Go get that n*gga, face of Harlem, n*gga)
Gang-gang (Face of Harlem, n*gga, y'all n*ggas know what's goin' on)
What the— , grrah (What the f*ck?)
Go get that (Go get th—)
What the f*ck?
Grrah

[Verse 2]
Whatever I say, I talk real sh*t
Brittany, Keisha, they all doin' di*ks
Move quick
And I see a opp, I bet I got 'em runnin' Rick
Once again, and I never got shot in my head, so get off my di*k
Don't trip, and we spot a Flocka, everybody gettin' hit
No joke, if I don't got the gun, I bet he go down by that poke
n*ggas broke, and you talkin' on Caine? Okay, you gotta go
On bro, if I call up Shotty, I know he gon' flock at ya bros
Why the f*ck you droppin' my O?
Spin through the Hill, yeah, you better have your pole
Move-Look, he don't f*ck with no opps
Move-Look, he be totin' his knock
Okay, opp thot, she shot
Opp thot, slap her with the knocks
Kenzo, why y'all keep dissin' my block
I love my n*ggas, everybody shot
And I'm sanctioned
I see that chain, yeah, you know I'ma take it
Told bro, "Go creep"
I love my n*ggas and, no, we ain't shootin' from deep
O-On feet, if we don't got the gun, I be he get beat out his sneaks
She a freak, and that b*tch a thot, she wanna suck me to sleep
I'ma just flock at that V
And I see a opp, I bet I rock 'em right to sleep, damn