Trick Daddy - Drop (Low, Low, Low) lyrics

Drop drop drop with me now. Yo, yall can call court tv And A&E. Let em know...its over Cold case files huhaaa [Chorus] Yall n***as wont bust no shots Wont work no blocks Wont talk no chops And when the k go chop f** n***as better drop to the floor, get low. Yall n***as aint holdin no green Aint serving no cleans Aint gettin that cream f** n***as aint down with the team when you see that red beam get low [Verse 1] I got guns thatll flip your car 100 round drums banana clips and all And if a n***a that pissed me off I stick it right in his mouth, make him sh** in his droors And you better not flinch at all Cuz all bets are off if this b**h go off. Shoots clean through the back of his bead Tear off the top of his grill and the side of his jaw. See da streets need n***as like me, cuz n***as like you yall n***as aint true And when its time to go to war Try your best to avoid it cuz you n***as aint gon shoot You n***as aint got no cash, aint got no goons and aint got no guns. Yall n***as aint got no heart You let p**y & cars tear you click apart So when you ask them what the do n***a they do what I say do when I say to So when I say lay it down Dont you hesitate b**h lay it down now [Chorus] Yall n***as wont bust no shots Wont work no blocks Wont talk no chops And when the k go chop f** n***as better drop to the floor, get low low low low. Yall n***as aint holdin no green Aint serving no cleans Aint gettin that cream f** n***as aint down with the team when you see the red beam get low [Verse 2] How you gon let your dawg get clapped up And you dont even clap back, but runin them traps And then you got these b**h a** n***as who snitchin on a n***a ridin round in the car withcha I should f** both of yall up Wet up your truck and hit both of yall up Yall done disrespect the game thinkin its a game BUT NO IT AINT See I know how to deal with ya I turn them choppers loose and let em do what they do I wont stop till the shots are thru I got a clip for him and a clip for you Them wanna be tougher than me a** coochie made for tv a** peonds You can letem knowum I got big guns and ima squeeze when I see em [Chorus] Yall n***as wont bust no shots Wont work no blocks Wont talk no chops And when the k go chop f** n***as better drop to the floor, get low low low low. Yall n***as aint holdin no green Aint serving no cleans Aint gettin that cream f** n***as aint down with the team when you see the red beam get low low low low. [Verse 3] First off you aint got no guns Never seen owned of even shot one You couldnt even cop a shotgun And you aint never hit a n***a with a hot one, hua You aint gon pop off nothin but lip and wont k** nothin or let nothin be k**ed b**h I got terrorist ties ill terrorize any n***a shape or size If a n***a get beside himself and try to size me playa ill part his hair. Ill have your attorney and momma them sayin T-doubles trouble look what he done to him And it aint have to come to this You can ask your daddy he dont even want none of this n***a you aughta know better Im a muthaf**in k**a and I dont fear no n***a [Chorus] Yall n***as wont bust no shots Wont work no blocks Wont talk no chops And when the k go chop f** n***as better drop to the floor, get low low low low. Yall n***as aint holdin no green Aint serving no cleans Aint gettin that cream f** n***as aint down with the team when you see the red beam get low low low low.