Drops by Kolby Woods Lyrics
[Intro: Kolby Woods]
1-9-7
[Verse 1: Kolby Woods]
Look, I bes the [?]
The pelvis stabber
The hoe jabber
Dope peddler
The hoe seller
You fuck with me, you must be out your mind boy
Tipped over the hourglass
You're running out of time
Uh, look, cruising in a four-door
Bitch this ain't no rental
Mental growth exponential
My mind is divine, my body my temple
So I eat some [?] and [?]
Boy, you better be smooth when you step in my palace
Like I play for the Pistons
Damn, I feel like Rasheed Wallace
You tryna' link up and [?]
Is it real or is it false, tell me how you gon' be on that
Cheese wrapped in a sleeve, I believe in believers
Saint Alfred tee goes sweet with Adidas
Nigga, ask Beavis, I get nothing but head
The fucking frontman
The Dr. Jumpman
The pearly blunt man
Get money
[Verse 2: Kingpin Kevo]
Told you never come around them boys with the funny shit
And we be watching stars and sending signs up to the mothership like
Fuck the government
I'm chiseled out of diamonds
The homies said I'm on some other shit like
I'm on some other shit
I might just spring a leak out the peak and I come from under it and
I might grow wings like griffins, I need my drink quite stiffened
I strike like-like lightning and don't need lights when I write bright pictures
Trust me dog, I'm not about to knife fight with you
But, I can turn your best day into fight night, mister
Extra-or-dinary Harry, A-bomb baked
And waiting patiently for all your shit to drop... drop... drop... I'll give it some time
What they can't get from they shit, they get it from mine
I swear to God that all these niggas better get it in line when I...
1-9-7
[Verse 1: Kolby Woods]
Look, I bes the [?]
The pelvis stabber
The hoe jabber
Dope peddler
The hoe seller
You fuck with me, you must be out your mind boy
Tipped over the hourglass
You're running out of time
Uh, look, cruising in a four-door
Bitch this ain't no rental
Mental growth exponential
My mind is divine, my body my temple
So I eat some [?] and [?]
Boy, you better be smooth when you step in my palace
Like I play for the Pistons
Damn, I feel like Rasheed Wallace
You tryna' link up and [?]
Is it real or is it false, tell me how you gon' be on that
Cheese wrapped in a sleeve, I believe in believers
Saint Alfred tee goes sweet with Adidas
Nigga, ask Beavis, I get nothing but head
The fucking frontman
The Dr. Jumpman
The pearly blunt man
Get money
[Verse 2: Kingpin Kevo]
Told you never come around them boys with the funny shit
And we be watching stars and sending signs up to the mothership like
Fuck the government
I'm chiseled out of diamonds
The homies said I'm on some other shit like
I'm on some other shit
I might just spring a leak out the peak and I come from under it and
I might grow wings like griffins, I need my drink quite stiffened
I strike like-like lightning and don't need lights when I write bright pictures
Trust me dog, I'm not about to knife fight with you
But, I can turn your best day into fight night, mister
Extra-or-dinary Harry, A-bomb baked
And waiting patiently for all your shit to drop... drop... drop... I'll give it some time
What they can't get from they shit, they get it from mine
I swear to God that all these niggas better get it in line when I...