Kolby Woods - Drops lyrics

[Intro: Kolby Woods] 1-9-7 [Verse 1: Kolby Woods] Look, I bes the [?] The pelvis stabber The hoe jabber Dope peddler The hoe seller You f** with me, you must be out your mind boy Tipped over the hourgla** You're running out of time Uh, look, cruising in a four-door b**h this ain't no rental Mental growth exponential My mind is divine, my body my temple So I eat some [?] and [?] Boy, you better be smooth when you step in my palace Like I play for the Pistons Damn, I feel like Rasheed Wallace You tryna' link up and [?] Is it real or is it false, tell me how you gon' be on that Cheese wrapped in a sleeve, I believe in believers Saint Alfred tee goes sweet with Adidas n***a, ask Beavis, I get nothing but head The f**ing frontman The Dr. Jumpman The pearly blunt man Get money [Verse 2: Kingpin Kevo] Told you never come around them boys with the funny sh** And we be watching stars and sending signs up to the mothership like f** the government I'm chiseled out of diamonds The homies said I'm on some other sh** like I'm on some other sh** I might just spring a leak out the peak and I come from under it and I might grow wings like griffins, I need my drink quite stiffened I strike like-like lightning and don't need lights when I write bright pictures Trust me dog, I'm not about to knife fight with you But, I can turn your best day into fight night, mister Extra-or-dinary Harry, A-bomb baked And waiting patiently for all your sh** to drop... drop... drop... I'll give it some time What they can't get from they sh**, they get it from mine I swear to God that all these n***as better get it in line when I...