Yo Gotti - Drop lyrics

[Intro] (J. White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh) [Chorus: Yo Gotti & DaBaby] Drop, shake your ass then (Shake your ass then) Drop, with your best friend (Best friend) Stop, that ain't your cousin, ho That ain't your brother, ho Y'all be fu*kin', ho Drop, shake your ass then (Shake your ass then) Stop, with your best friend (Best friend) Drop, that ain't your cousin, ho That ain't your brother, ho Y'all be fu*kin', ho (Okay) [Verse 1: DaBaby] My b*tch go to school, she a good girl, but she still shakin' ass and titties (Let's go) She gon' act like it's Magic City As soon as she get out of class, I hit it (Let's go) I be runnin' from hoes, get 'em off me Wait outside my hotel, b*tches stalk me (Ah) If she think we gon' chill, that b*tch lost mе (No) Really with that for real, you just talkin' (Let's go) Gotta watch what you do with that ass, can't lеt you get close, you know I got that forty (Watch out) She call me her bro when she horny I'm in love like T-Pain, I'ma call her my shorty (Yeah, b*tch) Her ass make a whole lot of noise when I fu*k from the back and it clap, it's annoying (Let's go) His b*tch want a real ni**a, he borin' She make that ass jump out the gym like it's Jordan That b*tch gon' make it [Chorus: Yo Gotti & DaBaby] Drop, shake your ass then (Let's go) Drop, with your best friend (That ain't your best friend, you need to) Stop, that ain't your cousin, ho (Uh-uh) That ain't your brother, ho Y'all be fu*kin', ho Drop, shake your ass then (Shake your ass then)

Stop, with your best friend (Best friend) Drop, that ain't your cousin, ho That ain't your brother, ho Y'all be fu*kin', ho [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] He think we family, we not (We friends) I be burnin' up the top (Ugh) I call her sis, she want the dick, we went half on a spot (Cha-ching) We fu*k on her friends together (Together) She my homegirl, whatever (Whatever) She got a ni**a, she in love, but I be fu*kin' on her better (Uh) Yeah, I'm her friend-friend (I am) I wanna fu*k her again-gain Introduce me as her brother friend That's big cap, we pretend-tend These hoes got so much game, you ni**as be lame Get out your feelings, you should be ashamed Lil' b*tch from the hood, I took her to Wafi and got her a chain Call her my twin, she with the gang I am (I am), that ni**a (That ni**a) Big old strap, but the check bigger Truck four wheels worth six figures Beverly Hills residence, eight figures New RAM, that's two hundred (Two hundred) Just touched a mill', I've been done it (Been done it) fu*kin' on a b*tch from the back, smack her on her ass, bumpin' Three 6, "Who Run It" [Chorus: Yo Gotti] Drop, shake your ass then (Shake your ass then) Drop, with your best friend (Best friend) Stop, that ain't your cousin, ho That ain't your brother, ho Y'all be fu*kin', ho Drop, shake your ass then (Shake your ass then) Stop, with your best friend (Best friend) Drop, that ain't your cousin, ho That ain't your brother, ho Y'all be fu*kin', ho