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drop pin - daboii lyrics

[verse: daboii]
heard ***** speakin’ on my brother, till them boys to drop pin
backstage at the show, you know we snuck the chop in
my lil’ bro a janitor, you know he love to mop sh*t
n’ free my brody out the slam, that ***** love to drop sh*t
i got 10 on me now, show me where the opps live
i hit the b*tch and her friend, lil’ baby know i’m toxic
yeah i done made it out the trenches, but still love a thot b*tch
if police don’t pull up driving crazy, i done get your car flipped
you always focused on them hoes, boy you ain’t never locked in
from the north to the west, *****s know we locked in
*****s know we locked in, p*ssy *****s locked out
they pop that sh*t up on the net, but never with the pop out
summertime, carties on, i’m cruisin’ with the top down
i love when i get that call, b*tch another opp down
fn 57 b*tch shoot baby chop rounds
aim my glock on a stranger, why you talking hostile?
this ***** died, and he ain’t slide, heard he was tryna cop out
stop all that lyin’ in them songs, that some sh*t you not ’bout
i threw a switchy on the b*tch, but 30 heard a chop sound
2 am leaving the club, i’m walking with the glock out
i mix the virgil with the yeezy, had to bring the sauce out
she keep accusing me of sh*t, like what the f*ck you talmbout?
popping percs back to back, i can’t think in this b*tch
[?] asked what i saw, i can’t see, not for sh*t
daydreaming bout them bands, i never think bout a b*tch
oh you don’t think that hoe f*cking? you don’t think, not a bit
you don’t think, not a bit, use your head dumb *****
summertime in the winter, don’t get fanned up
now when they was popping off the shots, where your mans was?(*****)
pass a b*tch to the gang, i don’t handcuff (b*tch)
and b*tch you better not push on us, [?] up in the sprinter van
b*tch i don’t give a f*ck, i ride a plug, i ride a middle man
b*tch, where i from b*tch we ain’t get st*rdy, we just thizzle dance
boy thought he was off a perc 30, that’s a skittle fam
bro ain’t try to send no pop shots, he tryna k!ll a man
that boy ain’t try to make it up to god, say he’ll k!ll again
***** sounding hard up in these songs, when he k!ll a*
where i’m from they call me d*boii, but i’m still the man
[outro: daboii]
uh*uh but i’m still the man
call me d*(uh), b*tch i’m still the man
huh, [?]
boy ain’t send no pop shots, tryna k!ll a man
hey, ona gang ***** (ay, ay)
ay, ay you know where we hang *****
ay, ay you know what i bang *****
you know what i claim *****
sob the gang *****
b*tch

- daboii lyrics

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