lirik lagu asco – straight drop 3
[intro]
yo… as’… boogie, mulli’, gang (tss)
straight drop, times three (dat way)
aye, look
[verse]
you see it’s as’ with the facts, these n-ggas lying
the mula’s still piling, five quid in fivers
when you was in your crib, busy online-ing
i was grippin’ mizzies, gettin’ sweated by trident
my trap’s still boomin’, my drivvies doing bootings
f-ck waiting on a movie, gimme peng and i’ll move it
i’m a hustler baby with the times i been movin’
or i’m probably in my crib, cooling off, with a cute ting
and don’t get it twiss’, i ain’t always been lit
mummy worked two jobs, tryna’ feed four kids
so i gotta ten toes, and i made those trips
then i got to ten o’s, ’cause i made those flips
i’m the one that made it pop, i’m the one that made it cl!ck
young boy did his thing, from a q, to a brick
and i ain’t run off from my plug, and i ain’t consigned sh-t
i dropped 80 bags large, and walked out with four bricks
see, ’cause i been tryna’ tell ’em
me and these n-ggas ain’t the same
50 quid in jewels down the drain
have a n-gga buggin’, then i was like “f-ck it”
dropped a quick fifty on my wrist with no budget
that ain’t ’bout nuttin’, n-gga i ain’t b-tchin’
i still got these f-ck n-ggas sick to they stomachs
and let a n-gga reach, let alone touch it
and he’ll be goin’ sleep, with a hole in his nugget
’cause there’s burners all around me, burnin’ on a loudy
dippin’ out in amgs, and swervin’ round in audis
arab baddie with me she from saudi
and she h-lla lit, she got vvs’s drippin’ from her mouthpiece
beefing with these cowards, they dashin’ out acid
we sendin’ back bullets, and just working with the powers
and i don’t take baths, or do showers
i hit strips, and make a quick five bills every couple hours
’cause my patterns been majestic
i trap, but my n-gga, he finesse bricks
baddie on me i ain’t even s-xed it, and i ain’t tryna s-x it
i’m due to get some neck in
and i might finger-f-ck it with a wet wrist
sick spitter, spitting what he living
n-gga i’m the truth, that’s the difference
plus i’m from lf so my tings a little different
i grew up ’round the realest, took h-lla l’s, but we still winning
they call me bougie boogs, i turn down h-lla women
and i ain’t seen a missus in a minute
‘casue i been goin’ ham
whipped a quick thousand grams in the kitchen
brung back 950 on the wickers
see the pattern stay cl!cking
i take a l, and then i reign
free my n-ggas in the cells, that ain’t ever say a name
i sit back, light a ‘l, peep the game
then i touch road, and make a move for some change
see, i ain’t trappin’ for no fashion
it’s big mulli’ put the ‘t’ in trappin’
get a pack off, and that’s a rack in
gelato in my spleds, when i ash it
i’m the truth, in the booth, no g-ssin’ (tss, truss)
mulli’, gang, f-ck em’ (all day, every day)
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