Drop Em Off lyrics

[Intro: Pouya]
When you smell that cheese comin', baby
That ain't no f*ckin switch
B-B-Big Los on the track, boy
That's Fat f*ckin' Nick
Haha, ahaha, from the Buffet Boys, b*tch
Tha Heart Attack, baby
Yuh

[Chorus: Pouya]
f*ck yo' b*tches then drop 'em off (Yuh)
Talkin' sh*t, we gon' drop 'em off (b*tch)
You need some work, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
You got what I need, just drop 'em off (Yuh)
That Florida sh*t, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
Lately, I been feeling like a boss (Like a boss, b*tch)
Ain't talkin' no money then your ass get lost (b*tch)
Baby Bone, I'm takin' off (Yuh)
f*ck yo' b*tches then drop 'em off (Yuh)
Talkin' sh*t, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
You need some work, we gon' drop 'em off (b*tch)
You got what I need, just drop 'em off (Yuh)
Florida sh*t, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
Lately, I been feeling like a boss (b*tch)
Ain't talkin' no money then your ass get lost (Yuh)
Baby Bone, I'm takin' off, b*tch
[Verse 1: Germ]
I got four fat hoes in the back of my Rav4
Pull up, hop out, they all grippin' four-fours
No thug sh*t, my n*ggas got plugs, b*tch
When I'm dead and gone, put some acid all up in my casket
Xanax in my Easter basket
A good Sunday, pitchin' work just like pamphlets
Sweet chin a ho, stone-cold, my n*gga
Catch the rock bottom if you dont f*ck with us
Sippin Nesquik with my n*gga Fat Nick
Lil' Pou came through, 'bout to f*ck on yo' b*tch
Nasty lil' b*tch, nasty lil' hoe, nose full of blow and you ain't even know it
Hotbox in my c*ckpit, b*tches looking bald 'til my c*ck spit
Lift the super soaker, now that n*gga off, real quick
Real sh*t, drinking Henny all day
Ugly ignorant boy, I do it everyday
I don't like talking but I need a payday
Okay, out my mind 'til I Helen Keller
Drag him to the river then I off him in a cellar
f*ck a nine to five, slidin' down I-95
Trunk full of work, the ho made it twerk
Black man in a black mask with the black matte
Boy, I love to mash, straight like that
Sit back, smoke my sack, watch yo' back, b*tch

[Chorus: Pouya]
f*ck yo' b*tches then drop 'em off (Yuh)
Talkin' sh*t, we gon' drop 'em off (b*tch)
You need some work, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
You got what I need, just drop 'em off (Yuh)
That Florida sh*t, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
Lately, I been feeling like a boss (Like a boss, b*tch)
Ain't talkin' no money then your ass get lost (b*tch)
Baby Bone, I'm takin' off (Yuh)
f*ck yo' b*tches then drop 'em off (Yuh)
Talkin' sh*t, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
You need some work, we gon' drop 'em off (b*tch)
You got what I need, just drop 'em off (Yuh)
Florida sh*t, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
Lately, I been feeling like a boss (b*tch)
Ain't talkin' no money then your ass get lost (Yuh)
Baby Bone, I'm takin' off, b*tch
[Verse 2: Pouya]
In the front, four dudes in the back, two-thirds got a MAC
Russian roulette, press your luck with the set
Got some money on me, see how close you can get
Slip and slide style got your b*tch gettin' wet
Deceive 'em and leave 'em with no one to sex
Makin' moves, playing chess on the jet
With a fly piece of pus*y, keep it wet
She only like to f*ck mink dark silhouette
Kill 'em with quickness, they nothing but pests
Get to stepping, you don't have my check
It's gon' be a problem, best believe I'm solving it
Money makin' mission, gotta study politics
Seats in the whip on Actavis
Got your b*tch leaning up on my di*k
Buffet Boys keep it realer, no flex
Drop the top, boys, they be killin' themself
Suicide thoughts going on in my head
Homicide, kill the pus*y on my bed
f*ck with me, beat that sh*t, leave that sh*t red
Not one for repeatin', you heard what I said
Brother done taught me don't talk to the feds
Rope them but really, they wanted 'em dead
f*ck that stress in my life, I take one to the head, b*tch

[Chorus: Pouya]
f*ck yo' b*tches then drop 'em off (Yuh)
Talkin' sh*t, we gon' drop 'em off (b*tch)
You need some work, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
You got what I need, just drop 'em off (Yuh)
That Florida sh*t, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
Lately, I been feeling like a boss (Like a boss, b*tch)
Ain't talkin' no money then your ass get lost (b*tch)
Baby Bone, I'm takin' off (Yuh)
f*ck yo' b*tches then drop 'em off (Yuh)
Talkin' sh*t, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
You need some work, we gon' drop 'em off (b*tch)
You got what I need, just drop 'em off (Yuh)
Florida sh*t, we gon' drop 'em off (Yuh)
Lately, I been feeling like a boss (b*tch)
Ain't talkin' no money then your ass get lost (Yuh)
Baby Bone, I'm takin' off, b*tch
[Verse 3: Fat Nick]
All black splak, all brand new, too
If the pus*y talk slick, get his ass on the news
On six milligrams, 'boutta light it like a fuse
Pop a couple green Xans, now I'm at 'em, real loose
Ski mask on in the all-black demin
'Boutta hit 'em for the 'Stang if he actin' like he better
I don't really give no f*cks, you'll meet your buddy in the cellar
Smoking dope to the face, got me higher than a pillar
All my dope loud, b*tch, I'm smoking on killer
Got goonies in the cut, undead like thriller
South FLA, got a squad full of hitters
Rip the golds out your mouth, pop them sh*ts just for dinner
In the bando, got dogs doing number
Dopey dope smoke and a lot of them thunder
Pushing out this work, b*tch, I get it by the bundle
Your thot drop neck then she back on huddle
Rolling through, b*tch, I'm creepin'
Couple Xans and I'm peakin'
Opp in my lane, so you know we 'bout to sneak 'em
Skrrtin' off, b*tch, I reek of dope
I got foreign hoes and foreign clothes
Heater pop on that opp block
No faces showing, them cases closed