Listen to Drop It Off song with lyrics from Young Dolph

Drop It Off

Young Dolph, Migos2 Feb 2017

Drop It Off Lyrics

Zaytoven

Yeah yeah yeah it's Dolph, Migos

Drop that sack off

Drop the racks off

Bad ***** in my car

Takin' her panties off

We know you real soft (real soft)

That's real talk

This is for my *****s

That get them birds off (yeah yeah)

I know I got them people on my coattail (12)

If you ain't getting no money

I wish you well (go get the money)

I'm havin' too much traffic

Neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up)

I gotta put you down by my clientele

Clientele jumpin' think I'm on to somethin'

I never had nothin'

That's why I'm always stuntin' (yeah)

My right hand man was there when nobody wasn't

You ever seen three million in cash *****

In all hundreds

Shut the spot down

I smell the drug task coming

Throw away all the phones, uh

I got rich off strong, yeah

If you take care of your family

Then you're my type of *****

I might sit down and trap

And count some millions with you (woah)

Dolph Gabbana can't do nothing with a broke hoe

Can't trust a *****

Because where I'm from they cut throat

You play ball, sell *****

Or you cooking **** (which one)

If it ain't bout big money

Then I ain't who you lookin' for

Drop that sack off

Drop the racks off

Bad ***** in my car

Takin' her panties off

We know you real soft (real soft)

That's real talk

This is for my *****s

That get them birds off (yeah yeah)

I know I got them people on my coattail (12)

If you ain't getting no money

I wish you well (go get the money)

I'm havin' too much traffic

Neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up)

I gotta put you down by my clientele

Colossal, Gelato

Neighbors knockin' at my door

Ask what's that loud smell?

Draco, aimin' at my peephole

Ain't bout no violence

They gon' tell, quick to call 12

Dribble the ball, bale, we sellin' the raw, shells

He poppin' that lame *****t

The chopper shoot like it's a ball player

Give me the pot, give me the pot

And I bet I turn it to paste

Who call the shots, who talk on wires?

I bet I turn 'em to waste

I keep the fire, Michael Myers

I'm in the dark, connivin'

Bombin', Osama Bin Laden

Under the ground plottin'

Smokin' on poison ivy

Bricks in a porta-potty (bricks)

When I'm with Dolph we divin'

Slippery diamonds slidin'

Drop that sack off

Drop the racks off

Bad ***** in my car

Takin' her panties off

We know you real soft (real soft)

That's real talk

This is for my *****s

That get them birds off (yeah yeah)

I know I got them people on my coattail (12)

If you ain't getting no money

I wish you well (go get the money)

I'm havin' too much traffic

Neighbors gon' tell (aye, pull up)

I gotta put you down by my clientele

 

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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