Letra de Bro Said Drop Intro

[Intro: AllStar JR]
Talk to me, Joey
Yeah
Damn, this classic
Forty-seven, forty-six
Two band set, two hundred bands
Like alright
[Verse 1: AllStar JR]
All designer from my toes to my hips, I'm the shit
She fucking me, and you would take a bullet for that bitch
Know you pissed, 'cause that cloudy ass piece is so petty (So pathetic;
Joey
)
Got a dog plug with a bitch that's gon' fetch it
And came up off 'caine addiction
Joe, quit playin', know you have to go to rehab for your chain addiction (Calm the fuck down)
In the A with a gang of bitches (Woo), we had no famous business
Cost a little bit to dangle with them, bitch
I took a life full of pain, and put it on beats (I did it)
She got some nice little brain, and put it on me (She did)
Heard that watch fully banged, I'm feeling the beat (Lit)
If you reach, take a selfie to put on the tee (Ha), nigga
[Verse 2: 9000 Rondae]
Nigga touch my chain, then it's over for him (Then it's over for him)
They gon' say them boys went overboard (Ayy, why y'all do that?)
You can't fuck my bitch, 'cause you can't afford her (You can't afford her, nigga)
My niggas taking hits, nigga, place your order (Ayy, place your order)
You can't rep this game unless you made for it (Gang, gang, gang)
I thought you was a killer, how you get extorted? (How you get extorted?)
You took your bitch to Chili's, mine went to Morton's (And eat up, nigga)
I would say your name, but you not important (Who is you, nigga?)
I should've fucked your bitch, heard the bitch whoring (Little slut)
Need ten for a show, or I'm not showing (I ain't comin')
Put this car on your neck, so we can start touring (Ayy, let's go)
In and out of states like I got a warrant
[Verse 3: Honey Oso &
Pretty Brayah
,
Coach Joey
]
Uh, slide down a bitch block (Slide), knock her clean out her socks (Bitch)
Guess they mad we on top (Yeah), tell them haters check the clock (Check it)
We ain't worried 'bout the opps (Nah), we send them shots, you gon' drop (Okay)
You got chops, we got more, tell them haters check the score
They got you piped up and you piped up, I said pipe down, you little bitch
You don't make money, you don't make deposits, how you walk around on tips?
We that one gang, that one clique, run shit around this bitch
When you see a foe, you fuckin' know, don't act like we ain't lit, nigga
(
Ayy, 9K nigga
)
[Verse 4: Coach Joey]
Nigga slide on nobody, who the fuck you think you talking to? (Who the fuck you think you talking to?)
Don't do this shit for fun, we doing what we gotta do (Yeah)
Move how you tryna move
You snooze, then you gotta lose (Brr)
You was playing tough, top shot, and now you gotta shoot (Bitch)
Bitch tryna stick around, and I told her like, "I'm tired of you" (Fuck off)
Sick of you playing by the rules, talk shit like we ain't shot at you (I'm tired of doing that)
You bitch-made, you feeling like there's shit you gotta prove
.762s'll knock the fuckin' brain outta you (Boy)
I'm my own boss, don't a nigga tell me how I gotta move (Yeah)
I just popped three Percs, baby, so you think I'm rude (My bad)
Get money, stack bands, nigga, that's my mood
You ain't a killer, motherfucker, get up out the room