Futuristic - Don't Drop That lyrics

[Verse 1: Futuristic] This beat is so stupid, I can't rap to it Even though I got bars, mitzvah, Jewish Oh God that was terrible I'm sorry I say dumb sh** I'm on a roll like a Harley All my girls barbies, angels, Charlie My pockets hella fat, Chris, Farley I don't play games these lames is on Atari I eat beats till there's none left these dudes starving My squad is impeccable but don't sh** rhyme with that Except maybe testicle and I ain't gonna rhyme with that I'm a shot caller these n***as don't ever fire back Not even Donald Trump would fire Zach That's my real name if you didn't knew Mr. Raise The Bar Game Tied Down Like Tennis Shoes Mr. I Had To Do All The sh** You Didn't Do Mr. Get Your Girlfriend Wetter Than A Swimming Pool Mr. Leave Me Alone I Ain't In The Mood Seventeen tracks on an album no interlude I'm on the move like a lazy river ???? too Driving while I'm eating these rappers that's fast dinner food How frickin' rude, ladies say I'm co*ky I just wanna hit like I'm swinging for the Rockies I just wanna hit like a boxer named Rocky I just wanna hit like my name was Jeremy Shockey That's a hit stick Take her on a picnic Make her strip quick, nothing but heels and lipstick Ride a stick shift, if she break it that's a quick fix n***as at the tip getting baked, Bisquick Pa** me the rock, you know I'll probably co*k back Not even Dikembe could block that You gon need more than a red sign to stop that My lines go over they heads like a top hat Ha, Futuristic is the bomb Hide yo kids, hide yo wife, and yo mom Put this on your Ipod or your CD ROM Download at onlyfuturistic.com [Hook x6] Don't drop that thun thun thun Hey [Outro] Aw sh** I dropped it f**, Goddamnit