Droppin Bodies - Pouya, Don Krez, Bodega Bamz

Don Krez

Don Krez

Don Krez

How you doing Don Krez?

Oh you know me

Porche 911 double up

Fuck a ticket I’ma rip it up

Right in front of that cop

I got the best defense attorney in the city

Money buy the love can you hear me

Picture swallow nuts or the kitties

Open up the stomach and she probably got a daycare

Went to MIA yo

Florida Keys with some hoes

Sniffing Florida keys with my bro’s

Got they boyfriends knocking on the door

We don’t love 'em, we fuck 'em, and we replace 'em with another one

I’m a pimp son I can make your mother cum

I know it’s wrong but I live life lavish

Everything luxuary even my baggage

Everything gold even my hammer

Extra clip with it

Extra set with it

Extra ticket come see me rip this shit

Live, I’m a product of the streets I was born and raised

Never once I listen to what a hater had to say

If they knocking it down then get up out the way

Come out, come out, come out, when you wanna play

I just need me a Rollie

I just skrrted in Masi

Foreign hoes in the lobby

Pop, Pop, Pop I just dropped me a body (x2)

Keep the red beam on your head looking like an EDM show

Ducking popo-lice in my brand new lease

Keep the leash on my bitch for the evenin'

These rappers don’t see me I’m feeling like John Cena

You think you fly 'till I pull up with the Eagle

My assistant pull up in the Chrysler

One fat bitch me and Krez hit the Eiffle then bust out the whole brain with a

damn rifle

Activist I go

Mac-11 blow

Popping purps in low

Boy yo' name ain’t known

Don’t believe you hoe

You ain’t grip no chrome

Think you global?

You ain’t even doing shows

I just pulled up in the Roover DM and yo' bitches come over

If you come at me 'round once

Boy you’re career over

I just need me a Rollie

I just skirted in Masi

Foreign hoes in the lobby

Pop, Pop, Pop I just dropped me a body (x2)