Drop Your Knees

Drop, your, knees!

Pray to me bitch, your god is pleased

Fuck the sirens bitch, I dodge police

Cos fuck 'em all they do is lock the weak

Free my bros and so I cop the keys

Don't try push me cos the mop will sneeze

Stop fighting it bitch and just drop, your, knees!

Pray to me bitch, your god is pleased

Ha!

 

Young boy he got shot like a movie drop like he groovie

Man's slapping a cannon cos opps want to shoot me

Thinking he bad rolling up to the prom in two piece

Costing like two P, stop or get slewed b

I'm not in the mood see, on it while you be, shotting to yutes g

I'm mobbing probably got my cock in a groupie, top of the youth scene

And on top of a cute queen

I got the city on lock, don't have to sell whitney or bob

Gritty and hot, man's beefing the shittiest opps

I got bacon but make no mistake the real pigs be the cops

All your prints be on glocks try and hit me you shot

Your life's shitty and odd and mine pities the gods

Gimme the guap, mix lean and pot that's risky but bitch please I'm god

So his knees will drop

 

Don't, you, know?

When I pulled up I went and stole the show

Superhuman run on dope and blow

Producing music with the coldest flow

So...

 

Drop, your, knees!

Pray to me bitch, your god is pleased

Fuck the sirens bitch, I dodge police

Cos fuck 'em all they do is lock the weak

Free my bros and so I cop the keys

Don't try push me cos the mop will sneeze

Stop fighting it bitch and just drop, your, knees!

Pray to me bitch, your god is pleased

Ha!

 

In hell with my menaces, we don't know what heaven is

Writing bars so devilish, we're barred off all the premises

Cannot match my penmanship, cannot match my recklessness

Cannot catch these shots unless it's vodka down my neck I sip

That's it...

I'm out...