[Lyric] From The Drop (@Teller23)

[Chorus]
Niggas was slimin', they get to the top
Fuck them tho, 'cause I been gettin' this guap
Heard he was talkin' that shit, he a bop
Pull up to his addy, we scopin' the spot
I had to twist on my wrist in the pot
R.I.P Juice Wrld, we miss you a lot
Gripping that Draco 'cause niggas is opps
7.62 knock him right out his socks

[Verse 1]
I been in the house so it's nothin' to me, yah
Remember they used to make fun of me, yah
Now all of they bitches gonna run to me, yah
Swimmin' in money, it ain't nothin' to me
Couldn't hear you baby, can you speak up
Smokin on loud, the speakers was up
If I pass you, I promise you get stuck
Countin' the bucks, that is a must
Never goin' back to ridin' the bus
Wasn't a problem, I chosе to run up
Niggas is haters, they wish they was us
Possеs among us, they actin' too sus
Fuck 'em tho, they finna lose from the jump
Fuck 'em tho, they finna lose from the jump
They finna lose from the jump
Fuck 'em tho, they finna lose from the jump
They finna lose from the jump
Fuck 'em tho, they finna lose from the jump
[Chorus]
Niggas was slimin', they get to the top
Fuck them tho, 'cause I been gettin' this guap
Heard he was talkin' that shit, he a bop
Pull up to his addy, we scopin' the spot
I had to twist on my wrist in the pot
R.I.P Juice Wrld, we miss you a lot
Grippin' that Draco 'cause niggas is opps
7.62 knock him right out his socks

[Verse 2]
[?]
Tough on the [?], but in person they not
I showed 'em love, don't do that a lot
Tell that bit you really knew it, uh-huh
I do not care you belive it or not
I had to step off to give you a spot
You say you my bro but you show me you not
Switched up the story because you got caught
Really a liar and you need to stop
I hope they don't let you when you try to drop
All yo shit garbage and you need to stop
If that's your bitch, why she givin' me top
I hate to talk, I don't do it a lot
I tell her I [?] her she like how I rock
Ah, I tell her I'm [?] her she like how I rock
How am I competition if you winnin'
Imma just sit back while countin' these digits
If it wasn't for me you would be finished
I do not have time for these games and gimmicks
I'm on your hair like a Snapback, it's fittin'
And I heard all your music and it ain't hittin'
It is what it is and it is what it isn't
Every time you make a track, it's submission
That shit ain't never complete, you should Ctrl + Alt + Delete
Repeat after me
That shit ain't never complete, you should Ctrl + Alt + Delete, Ctrl + Alt + Delete