Droppin Bodies

Don Krez
Don Krez
Don Krez
How you doing Don Krez?
Oh you know me
Porche 911 double up
Fuck a ticket I’ma rip it up
Right in front of that cop
I got the best defense attorney in the city
Money buy the love can you hear me
Picture swallow nuts or the kitties
Open up the stomach and she probably got a daycare
Went to MIA yo
Florida Keys with some hoes
Sniffing Florida keys with my bro’s
Got they boyfriends knocking on the door
We don’t love 'em, we fuck 'em, and we replace 'em with another one
I’m a pimp son I can make your mother cum
I know it’s wrong but I live life lavish
Everything luxuary even my baggage
Everything gold even my hammer
Extra clip with it
Extra set with it
Extra ticket come see me rip this shit
Live, I’m a product of the streets I was born and raised
Never once I listen to what a hater had to say
If they knocking it down then get up out the way
Come out, come out, come out, when you wanna play
I just need me a Rollie
I just skrrted in Masi
Foreign hoes in the lobby
Pop, Pop, Pop I just dropped me a body (x2)
Keep the red beam on your head looking like an EDM show
Ducking popo-lice in my brand new lease
Keep the leash on my bitch for the evenin'
These rappers don’t see me I’m feeling like John Cena
You think you fly 'till I pull up with the Eagle
My assistant pull up in the Chrysler
One fat bitch me and Krez hit the Eiffle then bust out the whole brain with a
damn rifle
Activist I go
Mac-11 blow
Popping purps in low
Boy yo' name ain’t known
Don’t believe you hoe
You ain’t grip no chrome
Think you global? You ain’t even doing shows
I just pulled up in the Roover DM and yo' bitches come over
If you come at me 'round once
Boy you’re career over
I just need me a Rollie
I just skirted in Masi
Foreign hoes in the lobby
Pop, Pop, Pop I just dropped me a body (x2)