Droppin D - DJ Chose

Well, here we go again, get up A little somethin' for your ear hole, get up Baring a part of my soul again, get up Disturbed in the house, we're droppin' plates You said it couldn't be done told me that It's the kind of battle that just couldn't be won You know you're too sick, too hard, too fucked in the head You'll never make it, no, not in this lifetime Well, guess again my friend don't act surprised We got the bass drum kick that will blow out your eyes 'Cause when you hear this shit you'll get to steppin' Gonna fight the war and use my music as a weapon You know I'm talkin' 'bout recognition You know I'm talkin' 'bout vindication Another goddamn slap in the face Don't wanna give us a place Are you afraid? Well, fear this 'cause I'm breakin' through the walls Of your nightmare, wake up time to die The way I'm livin' there is no compromising it Better get ready for another surprise And it may leave a mark Because I'm coming fast Plantin' thoughts in your mind And droppin' plates on your ass Well, here I come I'm droppin' plates on your ass, bitch You never mind and you don't need this Said, here I come I'm droppin plates on your ass, bitch You never mind and you don't need Well, on your mark, here we go again Well, never mind 'cause you're not number one You're too hard and from the other side I think it's time to bring it home again Right to me Well, on your mark, here we go again Well, never mind 'cause you're not number one You're too hard and from the other side I think it's time to bring it home again Right to me You know I'm talkin' 'bout recognition You know I'm talkin' 'bout vindication Well, here I come I'm droppin' plates on your ass Well, here I come I'm droppin' plates on your ass Say here I come I'm droppin' plates on your ass Well, here I come I'm droppin' plates on your ass Plates on your ass, bitch Plates on our ass Well, here I come I'm dropping plates I dropping plates Plates on your ass, bitch Plates on your ass Here I come I'm dropping plates And I'm dropping plates And on your mark now Here we go again I'm dropping plates I use my music my weapon I'm dropping plates We blew the walls of your nightmare I'm dropping plates Well, here we go we're dropping plates

(Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah) Ain't no more reminiscin' Ain't no more judgin', no intuition (Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?) I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling Drop a body, and you wouldn't have to pay for lunch I told my dawg I'm ridin' whether he right or wrong I done got big, they record my life through a drone I told my bitch to stand behind me, I'm in my zone She like, "How the fuck you ain't never wrote a song?" Same reason your fine ass ain't never wore a thong You ain't ridin' for life, then I'd just rather ride alone Bought you a spot, now you don't ever gotta go Yeah, I told my nigga I'ma drop the jewels on him You gotta go through this shit with your heart, you can't snooze on it It's bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit, homie Huh, if you can't beat 'em, knock it out 'em If you gon' kill 'em, better not be sloppy I told my daughter, "Keep one in the head," she ain't gotta cock it I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body I told my son he ain't a cheerleader, but he might gotta catch a body His driver named Joe, but he still can't do it sloppy I just hopped up out that Ghost, I been drivin' a dead body I ain't really into nothin', but I spend it like a hobby I was locked inside the trap, didn't think about it, but I got out it And my cars and clothes exotic I ain't 6ix9ine, but two hoes with me right now, you can call me Shotti I been droppin' all my Vicks and now the FBI won't stop me Got this shit on fire like Takis, nigga, woah, woah (Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah) Ain't no more reminiscin' Ain't no more judgin', no intuition (Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?) I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling Yeah, they complimentin' my new Rolls Royce TV in the front of that motherfucker like a tour bus Spirit of ecstasy got me feelin' so blessed, you see I told my bitch I was 'bout to go shoot up Treaster Tree Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars Couple millions to my mama and my pa Got the sniper on the roof for niggas tryna act hard I just bought a brand new coupe, and it's a black Jaguar Matte black, old Trans Am, thank you, ma'am We gon' make us a porn star video, new cam I came up just watchin' my pop gamble my food stamps I just cause cramps, I don't go back and forth with tramps Baby, we stamped, just for that, I'ma call you "Ma'am" Got that T-Rex, I just gave my daddy the Cam I got the sheets wet Pick that lil' bitch up, then I slam her like I'm from B-X Then I fold her up like a crown, yeah It was dark, then I came to the light I was poor, and now my dawg suicide I don't know how to make it right, right Bought four Birkins for you, keep it light, light I don't care about you leavin' me I got no time to try to make it right I just hope you find another life I'll pick you up if you ever fall, right? (Whoa, whoa, whoa) (Show me that I'm done, I'm finished here, but still no fear, yeah) Ain't no more reminiscin' Ain't no more judgin', no intuition (Tell me why I'm livin', why am I remaining here?) I was smokin' 'Scotti, but not Pippen I taught my son how to stack that shit to the ceiling

Do you understand, what I'm a do to you Can I get through to you, I'm in a pursuit of you You could get comfortable, now tell me whats good to you After all I'm a fool for you, after all I'm a fool for you Don't know much but I got sense Enough to keep you in my fence I be so stupid to leave you, leave you I'm gone handcuff If you with it baby I'm gone handcuff Put your hands on me I'm a have to handcuff Put your hands on me I'm a have to handcuff Shawty you know, I'm gone handcuff If you with it baby I'm gone handcuff Put your hands on me I'm a have to handcuff Put your hands on me I'm a have to handcuff Shawty you know Your touch tell me you're that special lady In two, three years I'm tryna have a baby I'm too much girl I could drive you crazy My truck tinted, come get in it Baby I could be your peace of mind Jump in my backseat, this could be your perfect ride I don't know what you're telling yourself But you gone be upset at yourself, if you miss out I ain't gone let you miss out I'm gone handcuff If you with it baby I'm gone handcuff Put your hands on me I'm a have to handcuff Put your hands on me I'm a have to handcuff Shawty you know, I'm gone handcuff If you with it baby I'm gone handcuff Put your hands on me I'm a have to handcuff Put your hands on me I'm a have to handcuff Shawty you know