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

[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
They beat JayRip, Jay-Trip
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 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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