[Intro]
"Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop that"
You know what I'm saying? I taught both of them what they know already
I'm tired of them ignoring the facts
"Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop that"
"Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop that"
"Just kick a little something—"

[Verse 1: Crooked I]
Another hot sixteen, I'ma (Drop that)
Suede Hermes skirt, she gon' (Drop that)
Just caught another charge but they (Dropped that)
I peeled off in the coupe with the top back
Ride one deep with the semi in the carpool
Sippin' on Hennessy, my front seat's a barstool
Nah, this dope lyricist don't need an ink pen
I think of unlimited quotes
Either see me in the streets with that infamous chrome heater
Or fuckin' more bitches than a polygamist cult leader
See the old school mash out
Diamond-encrusted gear shift, that's how I throw stones in a glass house
Bitches, they think my name is Adam
ATM, hope I pull some cash out, that's out, ha
I just tell them chicks "Hit the dance floor"
And drop that like the bumper of my 6-4
[Chorus: Young Knox]
Rollin' down the block in my 6-4
All a n***a know is how to get dough
See them n***as hatin' on me, you better stop that
And tell the DJ to drop that

[Verse 2: ChrisCo]
I can't relax like a wack recliner, my fuckin' raps'll blind ya
Smokin' Red and Meth, sippin' on Aunt Jemima
From the D to South Carolina
All these hoes think my dick is a pacifier
I'm spittin' rapid fire
You still shootin' blanks, still makin' new mistakes
Yeah, you and that stupid face
I got my representation, I'll never lose a case
I'll take the boss', the lieutenant's and the shooter's place
He who says he's better just hallucinates
Me? I got that clear vision
And from my music an orgasm's what your ear's gettin'
This is real spittin' but y'all is still trippin'
I move weight, y'all pill flippin'
Pushin' a Chevy from the '70s, supplyin' dispensaries
Pussy gets wet when anybody mentions me
In my fresh D fitted, no Sox hat
Bringin' the flame when they tell me to drop that
[Chorus: Young Knox]
Rollin' down the block in my 6-4
All a n***a know is how to get dough
See them n***as hatin' on me, you better stop that
And tell the DJ to drop that

[Verse 3: Young Knox]
Twelve hundred on some kicks, bitch, I drop that
I don't even look at the price, I just cop that
Cash out for a ki and I rock that
I don't mean the hood when I say I'm bringin' the block back
Where the money at? Wherever Knox at
I'd take a bullet 'fore I say that n***a 'Pac back
Unlimited ammo when I shoot
They call me Hologram Man, reflective panels on the coupe
How these wack rappers spit that lame, they shouldn't drop that
I'm like a father how I whip that 'caine
Where the hoes at? You know I got 'em
Lift a pair you bought her in the air, them red bottoms
I'm gettin' money with Crooked Letter and ChrisCo
I got a ratchet with me, I don't mean a bitch, though (Nah)
Semi-automatic, that's a pistol
Glock .23, thirty shots in the clip, bro

[Outro]
"MC's— "
"Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop that"
"Just kick a little something for them cars that be bumpin'"
Rollin' down the block in my—
Rollin' down the block in my—
Rollin' down block in my 6-4
All a n***a know is how to get dough
"Drop—, Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop— Drop—"