Yo Gotti Feat. DaBaby – Drop Lyrics

J. White, I need a beat I can go off on, ooh

Drop, shake your a- then (shake your a- then)
Drop, with your best friend (best friend)
Stop, that ain’t your cousin, h- (nope)
That ain’t your brother, h- (nope)
I already know

Drop, shake your a- then (shake your a- then)
Stop, with your best friend (best friend)
Drop, that ain’t your cousin, h- (nope)
That ain’t your brother, h- (nope)
I already know

Okay, my b- go to school
She a good girl, but she still shakin’ a- and t- (let’s go)
She gon’ act like its Magic City
As soon as she get out of class, I hit it (let’s go)
I be runnin’ from h-, get ’em off me
Wait outside my hotel, b- stalk me (ah)
If she think we gon’ chill, that b- lost me (no)
Really with that, for real, you just talkin’ (let’s go)

Gotta watch what you do with that a-
Can’t let you get close, you know I got that .40 (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-)
Her a- make a whole lot of noise when I pop from the back
And it clap, it’s annoyin’ (let’s go)
This b- want a real n-, he borin’
She make that a- jump out the gym like it’s Jordan
That b- gon’ make it

Drop, shake your a- then (let’s go)
Drop, with your best friend (I ain’t your best friend, you need to)
Stop, that ain’t your cousin, h- (nope) (uh-uh)
That ain’t your brother, h- (nope)
You don’t think I know

Drop, shake your a- then (shake your a- then)
Stop, with your best friend (best friend)
Drop, that ain’t your cousin, h- (nope)
That ain’t your brother, h- (nope)
I already know

He think we family, we not (we friends)
I be burnin’ up the top (ugh)
I call her sis, she want the d-, we went half on a spot
We link on her friends together (together)
She my homegirl, whatever (whatever)
She got a situation (she in love), but I be givin’ it to her better (uh)

Yeah, I’m her friend-friend (I am)
I wanna hit it again-‘gain
Introduce me as her brother friend
That’s big cap, we pretend-‘tend
Shorty got so much game, a dude a lame
Get out your feelings, you should be ashamed
Lil’ b- jump 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 n- (I am)
Big old strap but the check bigger (trrr)
Truck four wheels worth six figures
Beverly Hills residence, eight figures (eight-eight)
Knew who I am, that’s 200 (200)
Just touched a mill’, I been done it (been done it)
Been over here hittin’ it from the back
Smack her on the a-, bumpin’ 3-6, “Who run it?”

Drop, shake your a- then (shake your a- then)
Drop, with your best friend (best friend)
Stop, that ain’t your cousin, h- (nope)
That ain’t your brother, h- (nope)
You don’t think I know

Drop, shake your a- then (shake your a- then)
Stop, with your best friend (best friend)
Drop, that ain’t your cousin, h- (nope)
That ain’t your brother, h- (nope)
I already know