Fat Nick - Drop Em' Off lyrics

[Hook Pouya] f** yo b**hes then drop em off Talking sh** we gon drop em off You need some work we gon drop em off You got what I need just drop em off Florida sh** we gon drop em off Lately I been feeling like a boss Ain't talking no money then your a** gets lost Baby bone im taking off [Verse 1: Germ] I got 4 fat hoes in da back of my rav4 Pull up, hop out, they all grippin 44s No thug sh** my n***as got plugs b**h When i'm dead and gone put some acid all up in my casket Xanax in my easter basket I'll go Sunday pitch in work just like pamphlets Stone cold my n***a Catch the rock bottom if you dont f** with us Sippin Nesquik with my n***a Fat Nick lil Pou came through bout to f** on ur b**h Nasty lil b**h nasty lil hoe, nose full of blow and you ain't even know it Hotbox in my co*kpit b**hes looking bald til Let the super soaker now that n***a off real quick Real sh** drinking Henny all day Ugly ignant, boi I do it everyday I don't like talking but I need a payday Ok out my mind til I Helen Keller drag em to the river then I offer them a cella f** a nine to five sliding down i-95 trunk full of work The hoe made it twerk Black man in a black mask with the black man boy I love the mask Straight like that sip bab smoke my sack with your bat b**h f** yo b**hes then drop em off Talking sh** we gon drop em off You need some work we gon drop em off You got what I need just drop em off Florida sh** we gon drop em off Lately I been feeling like a boss Ain't talking no money then your a** gets lost Baby bone im taking off [Verse 2: Pouya] In the front four dudes in the back, two thirds got to mac Russian roulette press your luck with the set Got some money on me see how close you can get Slipping sly style got your b**h getting wet Decisive em and leave em with no one to s** Make a move playing chess on the jet With a fly piece of p**y keep it wet She only like to f** mink dark silhouette k** em with quickness they nothing but pest Get to stepping you dont have my check There gon be a problem best believe im solving it Money making mission gotta steady politics Seize in the whipbone actavis Got your b**h leaning up on my dick Buffet boys keep it realer no flex ? they be k**ing themselfs Suicide thoughts going all in head Homicide k** the p**y on my bed f** with me beat that sh** leave that sh** red Not one for repeating you heard what I said Brother done taught me dont talk to the feds Wrote them but really they wanted them dead For the stress in my life I take one to the head