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the drop - g-red (va) lyrics

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[intro]
fifthc on the track!

[hook]
yo i been gettin’ the fans
i work with my mouth not the hands
y’all think that i ran but now that i’m dropping be popping them bands (yuh)
i got all the works the boy here been dripping in syrup and merch
i bite off your leg like big lurch
i worship my god in the church (ooh)

[verse 1]
money may have made me richer but i keep on grinding cuz it’s bout my future man
ice on my wrist and the girls call me cool now all the haters be looking a fool
i don’t stop spitting
i’m shootin’ that pool
boy you be leaning
you look like a tool
why are you playing
you think that i’m shading
i’m grinding i’m working but everyone’s hatin’
(speed rap) everybody told me that i couldn’t but i’m pushing to improve it and i’m bout a make a milli off these fools

[hook]
yo i been gettin’ the fans
i work with my mouth not the hands
y’all think that i ran but now that i’m dropping be popping them bands (yuh)
i got all the works the boy here been dripping in syrup and merch
i bite off your leg like big lurch
i worship my god in the church (ooh)

verse 2
inside and out i’m inverted
i call all these fools in the dirt and
my mind is transparent
turn on the light
i won’t put up a fight
expose all the good things that make up my life
yes i believe in the pain and the strife
my mind is so sharp that it cut like a knife
playing with fire
i spit and i sound like i am a church choir
the money is piling like i’m on throne
soon you’ll be asking if i give a loan

[hook]
yo i been gettin’ the fans
i work with my mouth not the hands
y’all think that i ran but now that i’m dropping be popping them bands (yuh)
i got all the works the boy here been dripping in syrup and merch
i bite off your leg like big lurch
i worship my god in the church (ooh)

[verse 3]
i’ma turn these fools inside out like i’m inverted
call all these fools doubting me outing me out
in the dirt and
my mind is transparent but a rag of a shirt
turn on the light
i won’t put up a fight
expose all the good things that make up my life
yes i used to go thru all the pain and the strife
but my mind is so sharp that it cut like a knife
playing the fife
writing a song all along
about all the discourse and remorse that make up my past
and now that i’m out of it rapping at last
i just murdered the game put that flag at half mast

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