Droppin Tears - NAV

Dropping bodies, we ride out, they dropping tears

Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player

I’ll buy an Opp pack and blow that shit in the air

They talk about me, but I don’t care

Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear

With a bad bitch, the wind blowing through her hair

Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy I’m Outta Here

Battling all of my darkest fears

My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me

Stayed on my grind, ten years is what it took me

Like I left the oven on, I’m burning cookies

Say they gon' touch me, I wish that they would

Walk with my chest out, I never get shook

I work the pot like I know how to cook

Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could

Keep me a stick, I ain’t knocking on wood

Never Rely on my look when I pop out

I make a call, they gon' pull up and hop out

Paint you, we draw for the choppa like chop chop

Slide in the Vert, we gon' shoot out the drop top

50 round drum, turn his shirt to a crop top

Like a track meet doing laps on the opp block

Don’t beat my meat, I be fucking on thot thots

Flooded out fully, no, this ain’t no stop watch

My whip expensive, can’t go through a car wash

Bought it in cash, took it right off the car lot

Smoke out the pound, got some pressure to burn off

Got money counters I don’t gotta turn off

If checks are involved then you know I’m all for it

Slide in the Aventador lifting my doors

My shooter got a mop, but it’s not for the floor

Your girl come around, make her walk on all fours

Dropping bodies, we ride out, they dropping tears

Got dirty money like cleats on a soccer player

I’ll buy an Opp pack and blow that shit in the air

They talk about me, but I don’t care

Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear

With a bad bitch, the wind blowing through her hair

Pop me a pill, just like Wheezy I’m Outta Here

Battling all of my darkness fears

My price make them scratch on they head, but they book me

Stayed on my grind, ten years it what it took me

Like I left the oven on, I’m burning cookies

Say they gon' touch me, I wish that they would

Walk with my chest out, I never get shook

I work the pot like I know how to cook

Hit up my ex any time 'cause I could

Keep me a stick, I ain’t knocking on wood