Young Dolph feat. Migos – Drop It Off Lyrics

(Intro – Young Dolph & Quavo)
Yeah yeah it’s Dolph, Migos

(Chorus – Quavo & Young Dolph)
Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad b*tch in my car, taking her panties off
We know you real soft, that’s real talk, real talk
This is for my ni**as that get them birds off, yeah yeah
I know I got them people on my coattail 12
If you ain’t getting no money
I wish you well, go get the money
I’m having too much traffic, neighbors don’t tell, aye, pull up
I gotta put you down by my clientele

(Verse 1 – Young Dolph)
Clientele jumping think I’m on to something
I never had nothing, that’s why I’m always stunting, yea
My right hand man was there when nobody wasn’t
You ever seen three million in cash ni**a, in all hundreds
Shut the spot down I smell the drug task coming
Throw away all the phones, uh
I got rich off strong, yeah
If you take care of your family then you’re my type of ni**a
I might sit down and trap and count some millions with you, woah!
Can’t do nothing with a broke hoe
Can’t trust a ni**a cause where I come from they cut throat
You play ball, sell weed, or you cooking dope, which one
If it ain’t bout big money, then I ain’t who you looking for

(Chorus – Young Dolph & Quavo)
Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Taking her panties off
We know you real soft, yeah that’s real talk
This for my ni**as get them birds off
I know I got them people on my coattail, 12
If you ain’t getting money wish you well, go get the money
I’m having too much traffic, neighbors don’t tell, aye, pull up
I gotta put you down by my clientele

(Verse 2 – Quavo, Takeoff, & Offset)
Colossal, Gelato
Neighbors knocking at my door, ask what’s that loud smell? Cookie
Draco, aiming at my peephole, peephole
Ain’t bout no violence, they gon tell, quick to call 12
Dribble the ball, bale, we selling the raw, shells
He popping that lame sh*t
The chopper shoot like it’s a ball player
Give me the pot, give me the pot, and I bet I turn it to paste
Who call the shots, who talk on wires?
I bet I turn em to waste
I keep the fire, Michael Myers
I’m in the dark, conniving
Bombing, Osama Bin Laden
Under the ground plotting
Smoking on poison ivy, bricks in a porta potty, bricks
When I’m with Dolph we diving
Slippery diamonds sliding

(Chorus – Quavo & Young Dolph)
Drop that sack off, drop the racks off
Bad b*tch in my car, taking her panties off
We know you real soft, that’s real talk, real talk
This is for my ni**as that get them birds off, yeah yeah
I know I got them people on my coattail, 12
If you ain’t getting no money
I wish you well, go get the money
I’m having too much traffic, neighbors don’t tell, aye, pull up
I gotta put you down by my clientele

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