Drop A Bag Lyrics - Juicy J

If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you 

Yeah, hoe 

I will blast on your ass (yeah, hoe) 

I got riders like a cab (yeah, hoe) 

Send them hitters at your ass (yeah, hoe) 

You gon' make me drop a bag (yeah, hoe) 

You a hoe, you know we know (yeah, hoe) 

Fuck around and get exposed (yeah, hoe) 

Gangsta on the internet (yeah, hoe) 

In real life, you like CB4 

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Perpetrate, impersonate, you too soft to catch a fade 

I got niggas in these streets that touch more snow than Christmas Day 

Blow my high, lose my cool, you gon' make the evening news 

They can't find your head to ID you, they don't have a clue 

It's going down on your block, where the bread at? 

Catch you sleepin', homie, send some shots, where your bed at 

Got your bitch, like what you thinking nigga, where your head at? 

Talkin' all that shit, you wish you wouldn't have said that 

You a dead man, fill you up with lead, man, real niggas, I bring that 

They gon' go to war for me, they gon' bring your head back (bitch) 

And I know where you been, where you standin' (hoe) 

Ain't no runnin' off from me 'cause I don't play that, mane 

(Yeah Hoe!) 

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I will blast on your ass (yeah, hoe) 

I got riders like a cab (yeah, hoe) 

Send them hitters at your ass (yeah, hoe) 

You gon' make me drop a bag (yeah, hoe) 

You a hoe, you know we know (yeah, hoe) 

Fuck around and get exposed (yeah, hoe) 

Gangsta on the internet (yeah, hoe) 

In real life, you like CB4 

Everybody know your own when you're stuntin' 

You done fucked with the wrong nigga money 

Niggas runnin' in your home when they comin' 

Sendin' shots at your dome, ain't no runnin' 

Give up on your block, like we got it on lock 

Birdie in the block, run up to your spot 

Runnin' in and out, bet you fuckin' with the cops 

Workin' with the opps, tryin' to put me in the box (bitch) 

Yeah, I got niggas looking up to me, nigga, I'm a star 

Yeah, trap get slow but the shit don't stop (shit don't stop) 

Yeah, nigga ran out but he better not stop (running) 

You could put niggas on but they still gon' plot, yeah 

Got a couple niggas still on the block 

I could make me a mil' on the block (mill') 

And the way that I wrap them things 

I could get me a deal on the block 

Lotta niggas ain't real on the block 

Lotta niggas get killed on the block 

Even though they ain't gettin' no money, 

Them dumbass niggas be still on the block 

I cook that steel on the block 

I will blast on your ass (yeah, hoe) 

I got riders like a cab (yeah, hoe) 

Send them hitters at your ass (yeah, hoe) 

You gon' make me drop a bag (yeah, hoe) 

You a hoe, you know we know (yeah, hoe) 

Fuck around and get exposed (yeah, hoe) 

Gangsta on the internet (yeah, hoe) 

In real life, you like CB4 

Play me some pimpin', man 

Man, fuck these ol' fake ass hoes on Instagram, Snapchat. These Facebook bitches showin' their titties and shit, tryin' to get a nigga's attention. All a nigga's DM, fuck you hoes, man 

Now let's get fucked up