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Osamason - Send Dat Drop Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bandanna$ain't, Slump6s]
And my double cup, I can't stop (Yeah)
Rascoe caught a opp (Yeah)
I'm tryna make his mama cry
Tell that boy, "Send that drop" (Yeah)
Draco's in the spot (Yeah)
Can't trust hoes, they plot (Let go)
Codeine in my soda, bitch, don't know when I'ma stop (Yeah)
And these broke boy, mad as fuck
He don't got guap, but I got alot (Yeah)
I ain't mean to fuck yo thot (Yeah)
Took my pills, I got alot (Yeah)
And my twin just got the drop
Finna hit a opp with a red ass dot (Yeah)
Bandanna in love with the drank
Bitch I'm in Houston, sippin' on Wock' (Yeah)
Ain't really got say too much
Nigga talk down, and his ass get shot (What?)
Huh, shit get hot, huh, huh, shit get hot (Hot as fuck)
You could catch me in the stu' or on that block (Yeah)
I was just on red today (Yeah), I'm sippin' snot (Yeah)
Pussy niggas actin' like somеthin' they not (Yeah, yeah, yеah)

[Verse 2: Slump6s]
Yeah, hey
I paid too much for these Chrome hearts boots, when I walk in, ain't takin' them off, fuck
I told my twin, "Make a play", if he throwin' the pack, then bitch I'm Randy Moss, let do it
Gang pour a four in the lemonade, hop on the flight then bitch, I'm noddin' off (Yeah)
Stealin' swag, but he doin' it wrong
Put a bag in them Louie Vuitton
So many kids but bitch, I ain't a father, I'm just a nigga who influenced them all
So many racks on the damn money counter, it's fallin' on my pocket, bitch I'm a boss
So many drugs comin' over the counter, poppin' all them, 'til a young nigga gone
Took my lil' KD inside of the blunt, now a nigga Asian just like fucking Mulan bitch
I just went and took the roof off
25 hundred, made that shit back off of the rip (Woo)
Ballin' hard, y'all niggas JUCO
Body for body, everybody drop in this bitch
My lil' brother totin' on them 7.62's
Shoot at his Mike Amiri's, leave him bottomless fit
Had to cut that lil' ho', I was tired of the bitch
2020 SRT, I'm out of this shit (Boom, boom)
Brother throw the pass like he QB, he throw it and I'm receiver, like he doubted this shit
Everytime I pop out, I gotta flex on these niggas, remember niggas use to doubted this shit
VS1 up on my diamonds and shit
Stand up on my neck, feel a lake
Bitch we could catch, if you find out, you try me and shit
I ain't sign no money, fuck a break
[Verse 3: OsamaSon]
Yeah, bih'
You already know we gon' post up (Bee)
I had the drank, but don't post none
Bet these niggas know where I post up
Loose fit got a switch, get closer
Pour up lean, bitch, drink mimosa
Hit that lil' ho', whip her, toast her
Bullets feel like you hit toaster
[?], bih' just rolled up
[?], know I pulled up
I got-, pfft, pfft, pfft, post up
I been countin' up [?]
[?], flex 'cause yo bitch just on
I wake up, count up, have whole lotta sex
And yo dream bitch on my neck
C-C-Cut him with MAG, or I cut him with TEC
C-C-Cut him with [?]
Freaky ass bitches on my leg
I had a plug, that get the meth
[?], perc's on deck
I was like, "Pull up, just give head, you ain't even gotta use yo legs"
We gon' beat yo block, oh yeah
Ma-Made that lil' black truck go fast (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm on that lean, I'm gettin' fat
I pour way more than my dad
We got way to many MAG's
My team known for the toe tag
Me and slime go back for back
To much hoes, [?]
That's me jumping out the back
Way to up, way to much straps