Nav Droppin Tears Lyrics

[Intro]
(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 f*ckin' 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

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