Soundcloud Drugs / Off With Their Tops by Dropping a Popped Locket Lyrics
[Chorus]
Kicking out at the world, tripping out with my girl
Dipping out on the cops, thinkin king, off with their tops
We poppin' bottles dawg (Off with their tops)
We stocked with models dawg (Off with their tops)
[Verse 1]
This new shit is money (New shit is money)
I’m still looking bummy (Still looking bummy)
But fuckin a bunny though (But fuckin a bunny though)
My drip drip like honey
Thinking you funny
Hope that you’re wearing your running clothes
Open her bouquet,kiss her tulips
Get real twisted, call the sex rubix
We always rush in (Rush in, rush in), call me Leroy (Jenkins)
Make that top rock (Rock, rock) like a B boy
Got people hating that don’t know me (Don’t know me, don’t know me)
Time to be blunt just like my rolled weed
I wish you flys would all just OD
Look at your life and die slowly
Italiano half pinoy, I go pizza then pancit
I go in so deep boy when she hoppin on my front seat
I pop a model bitch and she pop model too
I pop a bottle bitch, pour it up, that’s a lot of juice
[Chorus]
Kicking out at the world, tripping out with my girl
Dipping out on the cops, thinkin king, off with their tops
We poppin' bottles dawg (Off with their tops)
We stocked with models dawg (Off with their tops)
Got these crazy thoughts under my dreadlocks
Take me from 90 to a dead stop
Kicking out at the world, tripping out with my girl
Dipping out on the cops, thinkin king, off with their tops
[Verse 2]
This lifestyle is killer, life like a thriller
Oh, the life of a sinner, heart cold like winter (Cold like winter)
Ooh, yah, grew up queens and New York don’t make quitters
Shoot at the treehouse that shit gonna splinter (That shit gonna splinter)
I keep minding my own business, hate
Seems like I’m your only interest, hate
Don’t give a fuck who witness, ayy
Play three 6s in spades I’m not afraid of what of you say bitches
Pop a hundred Xanax just to verify your Soundcloud
You’ll go viral after dying from a roundhouse
You crabs in the barrel I’m bout to make a Rangoon
Wavy day too wavy cause of needles in the bathroom?
What about when you bailed on tour?
What about being offered my floor just to sleep on?
Hat about being kicked off the other one for making gay jokes on stage?
You couldn’t hack it, see John, you’re the f****t
You claiming feminist nut cheat on your girl giving minors pole like it's festivus
But peons be peons...
[Chorus]
Kicking out at the world, tripping out with my girl
Dipping out on the cops, thinkin king, off with their tops
We poppin' bottles dawg (Off with their tops)
We stocked with models dawg (Off with their tops)
Got these crazy thoughts under my dreadlocks
Take me from 90 to a dead stop
Kicking out at the world, tripping out with my girl
Dipping out on the cops, thinkin king, off with their tops
[Outro]
You ain’t a demon, you a dinner roll
Pop another steroid or another suboxone
And talking bout, “your girl too manly”
Talking about “your girl the worst mom ever”
Grow a fucking pair be done with that homie
Ridiculous ass biceps
Working out all day trying to meet new bitches at the gym
Then you try to fuck with one and it’s your girls homegirl, damn dawg
I wanna throw you right under the dryer cause you’re so washed up
Fake ass, druggie ass, dis...dis-fucking-proportionate ass bitch
All the tones in my voice are laughter
You’ve been sharing the same girl with every dude in Lancaster
You a bitch
Kicking out at the world, tripping out with my girl
Dipping out on the cops, thinkin king, off with their tops
We poppin' bottles dawg (Off with their tops)
We stocked with models dawg (Off with their tops)
[Verse 1]
This new shit is money (New shit is money)
I’m still looking bummy (Still looking bummy)
But fuckin a bunny though (But fuckin a bunny though)
My drip drip like honey
Thinking you funny
Hope that you’re wearing your running clothes
Open her bouquet,kiss her tulips
Get real twisted, call the sex rubix
We always rush in (Rush in, rush in), call me Leroy (Jenkins)
Make that top rock (Rock, rock) like a B boy
Got people hating that don’t know me (Don’t know me, don’t know me)
Time to be blunt just like my rolled weed
I wish you flys would all just OD
Look at your life and die slowly
Italiano half pinoy, I go pizza then pancit
I go in so deep boy when she hoppin on my front seat
I pop a model bitch and she pop model too
I pop a bottle bitch, pour it up, that’s a lot of juice
[Chorus]
Kicking out at the world, tripping out with my girl
Dipping out on the cops, thinkin king, off with their tops
We poppin' bottles dawg (Off with their tops)
We stocked with models dawg (Off with their tops)
Got these crazy thoughts under my dreadlocks
Take me from 90 to a dead stop
Kicking out at the world, tripping out with my girl
Dipping out on the cops, thinkin king, off with their tops
[Verse 2]
This lifestyle is killer, life like a thriller
Oh, the life of a sinner, heart cold like winter (Cold like winter)
Ooh, yah, grew up queens and New York don’t make quitters
Shoot at the treehouse that shit gonna splinter (That shit gonna splinter)
I keep minding my own business, hate
Seems like I’m your only interest, hate
Don’t give a fuck who witness, ayy
Play three 6s in spades I’m not afraid of what of you say bitches
Pop a hundred Xanax just to verify your Soundcloud
You’ll go viral after dying from a roundhouse
You crabs in the barrel I’m bout to make a Rangoon
Wavy day too wavy cause of needles in the bathroom?
What about when you bailed on tour?
What about being offered my floor just to sleep on?
Hat about being kicked off the other one for making gay jokes on stage?
You couldn’t hack it, see John, you’re the f****t
You claiming feminist nut cheat on your girl giving minors pole like it's festivus
But peons be peons...
[Chorus]
Kicking out at the world, tripping out with my girl
Dipping out on the cops, thinkin king, off with their tops
We poppin' bottles dawg (Off with their tops)
We stocked with models dawg (Off with their tops)
Got these crazy thoughts under my dreadlocks
Take me from 90 to a dead stop
Kicking out at the world, tripping out with my girl
Dipping out on the cops, thinkin king, off with their tops
[Outro]
You ain’t a demon, you a dinner roll
Pop another steroid or another suboxone
And talking bout, “your girl too manly”
Talking about “your girl the worst mom ever”
Grow a fucking pair be done with that homie
Ridiculous ass biceps
Working out all day trying to meet new bitches at the gym
Then you try to fuck with one and it’s your girls homegirl, damn dawg
I wanna throw you right under the dryer cause you’re so washed up
Fake ass, druggie ass, dis...dis-fucking-proportionate ass bitch
All the tones in my voice are laughter
You’ve been sharing the same girl with every dude in Lancaster
You a bitch