Droppin Tears

(Wheezy outta here) [Chorus] Droppin' bodies, we ride out, they droppin' tears Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player I'll buy an opp pack, and blow that shit in the air They talk about me, but I don't care Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear With a bad bitch, the wind blowin' through her hair Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy, I'm outta here (Wheezy outta here) Battlin' all of my darkest fears [Post-Chorus] My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me Stayed on the grind, ten years is what it took mе Like I left the ovеn on, I'm burnin' cookies Say they gon' touch me, I wish that they would Walk with my chest out, I never get shook (Shook) I work the pot like I know how to cook Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could Keep me a stick, I ain't knockin' on wood [Verse] Never rely on my luck when I pop out I make a call, they gon' pull up and hop out (Brr) Paint you, we draw for the chopper, like chop, chop Slide in the 'Vette, we gon' shoot out the drop top (Brrt) .50 round drum, turn his shirt to a crop top Like a track meet, doin' laps on the opp block Don't beat my meat, I be fuckin' on thot, thots Flooded out fully, no, this ain't no stopwatch (Woo) My whip expensive, can't go through a car wash Bought it in cash, took it right off the car lot Smoke out the pound, got some pressure to burn off Got some money counters, I don't gotta turn off If checks are involved, then you know I'm all for it Slide in the 'Ventador, liftin' my doors My shooter got a mop, but it's not for the floor Your girl come around, make her walk on all fours [Chorus] Droppin' bodies, we ride out, they droppin' tears Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player I'll buy an opp pack, and blow that shit in the air They talk about me, but I don't care Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear With a bad bitch, the wind blowin' through her hair Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy, I'm outta here Battlin' all of my darkest fears [Post-Chorus] My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me Stayed on the grind, ten years is what it took me Like I left the oven on, I'm burnin' cookies Say they gon' touch me, I wish that they would Walk with my chest out, I never get shook I work the pot like I know how to cook Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could Keep me a stick, I ain't knockin' on wood