Finna Drop (Tour) Lyrics

Chrome Hearts pants with some Ricks
Balenciaga shirt with the rips
It look like I got shot with a switch
All these damn hoes on my shit
All these damn hoes on my dick
I might just get a Rolls for my bitch
Not a rose, like, a motherfuckin' Rolls-Royce
You can fuck a broke nigga, bitch, that's your choice
I've been rappin' all night, I gotta go in voice
I mean my voice gone
Stop askin' about that gun, boy, your toy gone
Stop askin' about... man, that boy gone!
Like, he ain't nowhere to be found, swear to God, you won't even find that nigga in the ground!

I got a roll of hundreds on me, weigh a pound
Each bill weigh a gram, so that's like forty-five thousand
I went and spent this shit on some trousers
Fifty patches on my jeans and my boxers
Countin' in, I get in the ring with a boxer
If he hit me too hard, I'ma swing then pop this...
This a 10 milli, but that thing sound like a chopper
Kelly in the AR piece, this bitch sound like a helicopter
Got a new pint, but it's short, I'm finna take it to the doctor
Man, I'm really bein' petty 'cause I paid eleven dollars
I had good insurance...
Hit the bitch for a whole hour, I had good endurance!

She posted a picture with dog shit, but it wasn't current
Then I found out it wasn't yours
So you got old pics of another nigga stack?
I'm a real street nigga, bae, I can't fuck you in the ass
But we can go outside right now, I'll fuck you on the grass!
I fucked you and I see you out in public, I ain't even gonna say shit to you, I'ma laugh
I failed Social Studies, but I'm good at Math
Why the fuck I'm learnin' about some shit that I don't know happened?
Damn, lil' brother got a switch, but show room be careful
Great with this AR pistol, I could blow it backwards
All hundreds in my knot, so I can fold it backwards
Still gonna have a blue strip down the middle!

Quarter million in the wire, ask to take it out the bank
Stuffed it in my Louis bag, I never put it in a safe
I'ma shoot you if I put it in your face
She gonna suck it if I put it in her face
Bitch, I got a gun on me, stop touchin' on my waist
I wanna see his head explode, I'm finna touch him with the Drake!
Future just dropped, Rio dropped, something's in the way
I'm probably finna go number one in a couple days
Or a couple weeks, or a month or two
I make music for the soul, it's gonna make you laugh
It's gonna make you feel good!
I had moved out of Flint five years ago, but I'm still... good!
I spray painted the Draco black, but it's still wood
And I'll fuck your bitch again if I still could!