Letra de Free Str8dropp
(What's up, Slim?)
(Ooh, who is that? Girl, that's Tella)
First things first, 'fore I say anything
(Ooh, who is that? Girl, that's Tella)
First things first, 'fore I say anything
Start with this shit, long live King Flippa
Paper Route Frank (Before then, I really think I gave you niggas too much motherfucking time)
Forever gang, standin' on business (Ayy, Phantom, you the plug)
Big Paper Route business
Gang, gang
Ayy, man (Fah, fah, fah-fah-fah)
Since the blogs wanna report and post everything a nigga do and shit
Ayy, y'all go tell that big head-ass nigga Gotti he a bitch (Ho-ass)
And your brother too, nigga, he don't get away, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (I ain't playin' hide and seek, nigga)
Pop out (Yeah, my fans want that new-new, they waitin' for that hot shit)
Pussy, I ain't good at that type shit, nigga (They keep askin' me when that gangster shit droppin')
Aw yeah, one more thing, free Str8Dropp (Ahk shit, pop shit, 12 can't stop shit)
I don't wish ill on nobody (Tell 'em free Ralo and fuck all the cops)
Tryna see a nigga [?][0:35] (When I drop a tape, all the real niggas flockin')
[?] nigga, fuck [?] (Bad bitches love me, can't get off my dickhead)
(My pockets on fat, bankroll Ho Gotti)
Fifty racks in my pocket, all big heads (Gang)
Ayy, if you ain't with me, you against me
Still screamin' fuck the opps (Fuck 'em)
First off, long live Dolph
Tell 'em free Dropp, wanna see a nigga dead, not locked up (Stamp that)
Swear the safest place for him is to be in that box
'Cause I'm prayin' that I catch him, I'm tryna off a nigga top (Bah-bah-bah)
Keep my foot on they neck, I ain't lettin' up (Hard on 'em)
Tryna get in my way, you gettin' wet up (Bitch)
Tell me how the fuck you miss a whole hundred fuckin' shots? (Haha)
I'm totin' a sixty on this AR, I shoot thirty, twenty droppin' (Twenty down)
Bitch, I'm poppin', nah, I really pop it
Swear my gang the hottest, Paper Route, we the topic (Gang)
Racks on me Ho Gotti (Stuffed with them big heads)
New chain cost a Masi' (Naw, these ain't no SIs)
Fans ask when I'm droppin' (Ayy, where that new-new at, Fizzle?)
Swear you rap niggas floppin' (Niggas trash)
Got too much ice on my neck (Ice, baby)
Shawty wanna fuck 'cause I'm poppin' (Thot-thots)
Probably got too many racks in 'em
So Amiri jeans hang off my bottom (My pants sag)
Paper got a nigga limpin' when I walk
I'm a cocky lil' nigga
I need a Tic-Tac, all the shit a nigga be talkin' (Ayy)
My fans want that new-new, they waitin' for that hot shit
They keep askin' me when that gangster shit droppin' (Ayy, when you droppin', Fizzle?)
Ahk shit, pop shit, 12 can't stop shit
Tell 'em free Ralo and fuck all the cops (Free Ralo)
When I drop a tape, all the real niggas flockin' (Yeah)
Bad bitches love me, can't get off my dickhead (Thottie)
My pockets on fat, bankroll Ho Gotti
Guess these racks in my pocket all big heads (Racks)
Ayy, and this my last time speakin' on this shit, man
What my boy say?
CM who? CMF, Cocaine Musik Faggots
Neck full of water, water (Water), wrist full of water, water (Soaking wet)
Got all these choppers, choppers, play foul, that chopper—
Say it's smoke, we can link and wild out like we Biggie and Pac
I went watched the show, chose to carry my Glock
I be hard on these hoes, even harder on opps (Stamp that)
Big Paper Route business, we runnin' shit, niggas can't stop us (Stamp that)
Know we keep niggas mad (Fuck 'em)
Tell 'em fuck niggas come do somethin' 'bout it (Pussy)
Come my way, watch how quick I reroute you (Bitch)
With this four-nickel
You rap niggas green as fuck, dill pickle (Green-ass niggas)
Five chains on my neck like a popsicle (Icy)
Wrist cold, but I'm totin', so I'm hot
Gang wipe your nose like that shit full of snot
If I spin a nigga block, catch him lackin', I'm walkin' (Fuck a drive-by)
Catch him in traffic and shot through his window (Hawk down)
Man, I pull up with a 9, homie thought it was a chopper
On the back of my Glock 26, that Nintendo (Switchy)
Playin' with your life, get it took
When you see me, don't frown, fix your face, you'll die off a look (On God)
Totin' a .556 with a hundred green tips in the clip
I'm tryna put a whole fifty in a jit (Stamp that)
How you miss a whole fuckin' hundred fuckin' shots? (Pussy, naw, the other half for Gotti)
How you miss a whole fuckin' hundred fuckin' shots? (Big-head motherfucker, yeah)
Ahk shit, pop shit, 12 can't stop shit (Pop out, nigga)
Tell the crowd it's free Ralo and long live Dolph (Stop all that hidin' nigga)
We the ones up the score in the city
Say a bag on my head, we can wild out like Tupac and Biggie (We outside with it)
Big Grape got the big head (Stamp that)
I got your bitch on my dickhead (Haha, thottie)
Talk a lot of shit, I need Big Red
Keep the racks in my pockets, big head
Ho Gotti
Big Paper Route, nigga
Fuck the other side, man
Wack-ass shit
Niggas only good with hidin' and motherfuckin' hatin'
All that dodgin', man
Niggas should've played dodgeball, man
Paper Route Frank (Before then, I really think I gave you niggas too much motherfucking time)
Forever gang, standin' on business (Ayy, Phantom, you the plug)
Big Paper Route business
Gang, gang
Ayy, man (Fah, fah, fah-fah-fah)
Since the blogs wanna report and post everything a nigga do and shit
Ayy, y'all go tell that big head-ass nigga Gotti he a bitch (Ho-ass)
And your brother too, nigga, he don't get away, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (I ain't playin' hide and seek, nigga)
Pop out (Yeah, my fans want that new-new, they waitin' for that hot shit)
Pussy, I ain't good at that type shit, nigga (They keep askin' me when that gangster shit droppin')
Aw yeah, one more thing, free Str8Dropp (Ahk shit, pop shit, 12 can't stop shit)
I don't wish ill on nobody (Tell 'em free Ralo and fuck all the cops)
Tryna see a nigga [?][0:35] (When I drop a tape, all the real niggas flockin')
[?] nigga, fuck [?] (Bad bitches love me, can't get off my dickhead)
(My pockets on fat, bankroll Ho Gotti)
Fifty racks in my pocket, all big heads (Gang)
Ayy, if you ain't with me, you against me
Still screamin' fuck the opps (Fuck 'em)
First off, long live Dolph
Tell 'em free Dropp, wanna see a nigga dead, not locked up (Stamp that)
Swear the safest place for him is to be in that box
'Cause I'm prayin' that I catch him, I'm tryna off a nigga top (Bah-bah-bah)
Keep my foot on they neck, I ain't lettin' up (Hard on 'em)
Tryna get in my way, you gettin' wet up (Bitch)
Tell me how the fuck you miss a whole hundred fuckin' shots? (Haha)
I'm totin' a sixty on this AR, I shoot thirty, twenty droppin' (Twenty down)
Bitch, I'm poppin', nah, I really pop it
Swear my gang the hottest, Paper Route, we the topic (Gang)
Racks on me Ho Gotti (Stuffed with them big heads)
New chain cost a Masi' (Naw, these ain't no SIs)
Fans ask when I'm droppin' (Ayy, where that new-new at, Fizzle?)
Swear you rap niggas floppin' (Niggas trash)
Got too much ice on my neck (Ice, baby)
Shawty wanna fuck 'cause I'm poppin' (Thot-thots)
Probably got too many racks in 'em
So Amiri jeans hang off my bottom (My pants sag)
Paper got a nigga limpin' when I walk
I'm a cocky lil' nigga
I need a Tic-Tac, all the shit a nigga be talkin' (Ayy)
My fans want that new-new, they waitin' for that hot shit
They keep askin' me when that gangster shit droppin' (Ayy, when you droppin', Fizzle?)
Ahk shit, pop shit, 12 can't stop shit
Tell 'em free Ralo and fuck all the cops (Free Ralo)
When I drop a tape, all the real niggas flockin' (Yeah)
Bad bitches love me, can't get off my dickhead (Thottie)
My pockets on fat, bankroll Ho Gotti
Guess these racks in my pocket all big heads (Racks)
Ayy, and this my last time speakin' on this shit, man
What my boy say?
CM who? CMF, Cocaine Musik Faggots
Neck full of water, water (Water), wrist full of water, water (Soaking wet)
Got all these choppers, choppers, play foul, that chopper—
Say it's smoke, we can link and wild out like we Biggie and Pac
I went watched the show, chose to carry my Glock
I be hard on these hoes, even harder on opps (Stamp that)
Big Paper Route business, we runnin' shit, niggas can't stop us (Stamp that)
Know we keep niggas mad (Fuck 'em)
Tell 'em fuck niggas come do somethin' 'bout it (Pussy)
Come my way, watch how quick I reroute you (Bitch)
With this four-nickel
You rap niggas green as fuck, dill pickle (Green-ass niggas)
Five chains on my neck like a popsicle (Icy)
Wrist cold, but I'm totin', so I'm hot
Gang wipe your nose like that shit full of snot
If I spin a nigga block, catch him lackin', I'm walkin' (Fuck a drive-by)
Catch him in traffic and shot through his window (Hawk down)
Man, I pull up with a 9, homie thought it was a chopper
On the back of my Glock 26, that Nintendo (Switchy)
Playin' with your life, get it took
When you see me, don't frown, fix your face, you'll die off a look (On God)
Totin' a .556 with a hundred green tips in the clip
I'm tryna put a whole fifty in a jit (Stamp that)
How you miss a whole fuckin' hundred fuckin' shots? (Pussy, naw, the other half for Gotti)
How you miss a whole fuckin' hundred fuckin' shots? (Big-head motherfucker, yeah)
Ahk shit, pop shit, 12 can't stop shit (Pop out, nigga)
Tell the crowd it's free Ralo and long live Dolph (Stop all that hidin' nigga)
We the ones up the score in the city
Say a bag on my head, we can wild out like Tupac and Biggie (We outside with it)
Big Grape got the big head (Stamp that)
I got your bitch on my dickhead (Haha, thottie)
Talk a lot of shit, I need Big Red
Keep the racks in my pockets, big head
Ho Gotti
Big Paper Route, nigga
Fuck the other side, man
Wack-ass shit
Niggas only good with hidin' and motherfuckin' hatin'
All that dodgin', man
Niggas should've played dodgeball, man
