Felly - Stop, Drop, Roll lyrics

[Intro] [Hook: Cas Daniels] Stop, Drop, Roll... I got that fire We the suppliers And then we gotta go... To another show Go get this dough... What they say on our side That's right fo' sho... [Verse 1: Cas Daniels] I get it for the low Livin' life in slow mo Call me Chevy Nintendo Cause it be that '64 Rip the show Get the dough Smash out on them low pros Ya'll know how this sh** goes Hotboxin' and dodgin' hoes Ain't nobody got time for that When I'm 'bout to hit the crib with my Thundercat Ya'll ain't f**in' wit that So ya'll ain't messin' wit this Lookin' like that time by the Gucci on my wrist that I Attack this mother f**in' microphone with no mercy Drop the top on that Jacky joint until they curtsy It had to be Cas D. and Gat to bring it back With that show enough Kung Fu rap Last Dragon keep it crackin' cause I been here before Flippin' modes like the squad sayin' gimmy some more So ya'll can say fo sho Cas D. spit crack Rainin' heavy on the club without spendin' a rack Because I [Hook: Cas Daniels] Stop, Drop, Roll... I got that fire We the suppliers And then we gotta go... To another show Go get this dough... What they say on our side That's right fo' sho... [Verse 2: Gat$by] Grade A, ye top a the shelf Reduce b**hes to a notch on my belt So smooth doors open themselves Gotcha wonderin' where the kid is gettin' his wealth Well... I keep that on the low like e'rything else No Destination known So we roam Hotel to hotel No coat tails are needed when you blow L's I'm needed on these beats like Regis on the screen God damn, keep servin' up emcees with this heat Till they lyrically deceased When Gat$bys unleashed It's straight murda in the first I'm not tired in the least Sittin' back gettin' high on the beach That's how it's done How you do in the city by the sea? Me, I stay cool as the breeze with the crew on the scene Not a care in the world, but these girls on my D, son So live it up, there's no re-runs [Bridge] [Verse 3: Cas Daniels] Check it Livin' legends so lucky I am I gotta slug for ya mug with this masta plan So right here I stand Long hair don't care Body slammin' tracks proper like my name Rick Flair With that [Verse 4: Gat$by] Tank top wearin' Not givin' a f** Tearin' up mics leavin' 'em Too hot ta touch Rippin' up ya style Like an old two dolla dutch [Verse 5: Cas Daniels] In the clutch I'm scorin' Auto make foreign 747 on the beat I'm soarin' Soar when you see two cats from the beach Spittin' lines so rare you just can't reach So when I teach you listen ta all my lyrical pimpin' [Hook: Cas Daniels] Stop, Drop, Roll... I got that fire We the suppliers And then we gotta go... To another show Go get this dough... What they say on our side That's right fo' sho...