This is a song about "Drop it now"

Drop the microphone, now step the fuck away from it and just go home

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Hit the club she drop it low

I hit the studio

Taking all the pills drop it girl make it gyrate

Early adapters agree they all late

Bitches on my dick that pop lock and drop it

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Keep it cool and drop stool on fools

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Hold the mike i gotta rip it while it's hot, skeet drop

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

No surprise i hated it i wanted to drop out

I can't stop now, i won't drop down

It's just my soda mixed with brown