Future - Drop A Bag lyrics

[Intro – Future] If young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot you [Hook/Chorus – Juicy J] I will blast on your a-s I got riders like a cab Sending them hitters at your a-s You gon’ make me drop a bag You a hoe, you know we know F--k around and get exposed Gangster on the internet In real life you’d like see before [Verse 1 – Juicy J] Perpetrate, impersonate You too soft to catch a fade I got n----s in these streets that touch more snow than Christmas day Blow my high, lose my cool You gon’ make that “in the new” They can’t find your head ’till ID you, they don’t have a clue It’s going down on your block, where the bread at? Catch you sleeping, homie send some shots, where your bed at? Got your b---h, like what you thinking n---a, where your head at? Talking all that s--t, you wish you wouldn’t have said that You a dead man Fill you up with lead, man Real n----s, I bring that They gon’ go to war for me, they gon’ bring your head back “b---h” And I know where you been, where you stand, man “hoe” Ain’t no running off of me ’cause I don’t play that match [Hook/Chorus – Juicy J] I will blast on your a-s I got riders like a cab Sending them hitters at your a-s You gon’ make me drop a bag You a hoe, you know we know F--k around and get exposed Gangster on the internet In real life you’d like see before [Verse 2 – God] Everybody know your own when you’re stunting You done f----d with the wrong n---a money N----s running to your home when they coming Sending shots that you don’t (?) Give up on your bruh like we got it on lock Birdie in the block, run up to your spot Running in and out, bet you f-----g with the cops Working with the opps, trying to put me in the box “b---h” Yeah, I got n----s looking up to me, n---a I’m a star Yeah, drive get slow but your s--t don’t start Yeah, n---a ran out but he better not stop “running” You could put n----s on but you still gon’ plot, yeah Got a couple n----s still on the block I could make me a mill’ on the block “mill'” In the way that I rap them things I could get me a deal on the block Lotta n----s ain’t real on the block Lotta n----s get k**ed on the block Even though they ain’t getting no money them dumba** n----s be still on the block I cook that steel on the block [Hook/Chorus – Juicy J] I will blast on your a-s I got riders like a cab Sending them hitters at your a-s You gon’ make me drop a bag You a hoe, you know we know F--k around and get exposed Gangster on the internet In real life you’d like see before [Outro – Juicy J & God] Play me some paper man Man, f--k these whole fake a-s hoes on Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook B-----s showing their t-----s and s--t trying to get n----s attention All the n---a did, f--k you hoes, man But let’s get f----d up