Heady - Drop & Give Me Fifty (feat. Drizzy OV0) Lyrics

I could never be nobody's number one fan
Your first number one, I had to put it in your hand
You pussies can't get booked outside America for nan'
I'm out in Tokyo because I'm big in Japan
I'm the hit maker y'all depend on
Backstage in my city, it was friend zone
You won't ever take no chain off of us
How the f*ck you big steppin' with a size seven men's on

This the part with the bite nigga, what's up
I know my picture on the wall when y'all cook up
Extortion baby, whole career you been shook up
Cause Top told you drop, give me 50 like some push ups

Cool, your last one brick, you really not on shit
They make excuses for you cause they hate to see me lit
Pull your contract cause we gotta see the split
The way you doin' splits, bitch, your pants might rip

You better do that motherf*ckin' show inside the bitty
Maroon 5 need a verse, you better make it witty
Then we need a drop for the Swifties
Top Say drop, you better drop and give 'em fifty

Pipsqueak, pipe down, you ain't in no big three
SZA got you wiped down, Travis got you wiped down
Savage got you wiped down
Like your label, boy, you in the scope right now
And you gon' feel the aftermath of what I write down
I'm at the top of the mountain, so you tight now
Just to have this talk with your ass, I had to hike down
Big difference between mic then and mic now

What the f*ck is this, a 20v1, nigga
What's a prince to a king he a son, nigga
Get more love in the city that you fund, nigga
Metro, shut your hoe ass up and make some drums, nigga

Yeah, I'm the sixth god, I'm the frontrunner
Y'all nigga manager was Chubz lil' blunt runner
Clean the six and you boys ain't even come from it
And when you boys got rich, you had to run from it

Cash blowin', Able Bread out here trickin
Shit we do for bitches, he doin' for niggas
Jets, whips, chains, wicky, wicky, wicky
Spendin' like you tryna f*ck, boy, you trippin', boy, you trippin

Drizzy, Chip 'n Dale, probably got your bitch in Chanel
I just got him done, boy, don't make have to chip a nail
Rollin' loud stage, y'all would turn, that was slick as hell
Shit'll probably change if his BMs start to kiss and tell

Hugs and kisses, man, don't tell me bout no switches
I be rockin' every f*ckin' chain I own next visit, ayy
I be with some bodyguards like Whitney
Top say, drop your lil' midget ass, better f*ckin'

Ayy, better drop and give me 50, ayy, drop and give me 50, drop and give me 50, ayy
Niggas really got me out here talkin' like I'm 50
Niggas really got me out here rappin' what I'm livin

I might take your latest girl and cuff her like I'm Ricky
Can't believe he jumpin' in, this nigga turnin' 50
Every song that made it on the chart, he got from Drizzy
Spend that lil' check, you gotta stay up out my business
Nigga, shoutout to the hooper that be bustin' out the griddy
We know why you mad, nigga, I ain't even trippin
All that lil' heartbroken Twitter shit for bitches
This for all the top dogs, drop and give me 50, drop, drop

And that f*ckin' song, y'all got to not start to beef with us
This shit been brewin' in a pot, now I'm heatin' up
I don't care what code, think that dot shit was weak as f*ck
Champagne trippin', he is not f*ckin' easin' up

Nigga callin' Top to see if Top wanna peace it up
Top wanna peace it up, Top wanna peace it up
Nah, pussy, now you on your own when you speakin' up
You done rolled deep to this, it's not f*ckin' deep enough

Beggin' cops to knock, boy, you not f*ckin' beatin' us
Numbers wise, I'm outta here, you not f*ckin' creepin' up
Money wise, I'm outta here, you not f*ckin' sneakin' up
Cornball, y'all show money, merch money fee to us

I'ma let you niggas work it out because I seen enough
This ain't even everything, I know, don't wake the demon up
This ain't even everything, I know, don't wake the demon up
Drop and give me 50, all you f*ck niggas teamin' up