Leeroy Veto - Drying Up the Lot Lyrics

I think you forgot, I know all the
I got all the drops, I could pull up on that
I think you forgot, I know all the
I got all the drops, I could pull up on that
What's the cost? What's the cost
Blew that bag you lost
Ain't no sauce
Drying up the lot
Don't get popped
She f*ck with the opps, but she hot
I could give three f*cks bout what you got
You ain't got my peace
You ain't got my
You ain't got my peace
You ain't got my
You ain't got my guap
Popping since robot
I think you forgot, I know all the
I got all the drops, I could pull up on that block
Money on my mental, dollar signs in all my thoughts
I just let her get to close, that's my fault
You was f*cking with these hoes that's not my fault
Tried to give you keys to fix it, you was lost
What's the cost, what's the cost
Blew that bag you lost
Ain't no sauce
Drying up the lot
Don't get popped
She f*ck with the opps, the block is hot
Crying over thots, that's not me
She belong to the streets
Ain't nothing in life free
The water blue, but shawty eyes is green
Eyes red from the leaf
She need some Visine
Pockets sturdy, let the bank bless my team
Bless the vault, money in the calls
Only business calls
Need to talk some budgets, see some checks from the boss
He like what's the cost
What's the cost? What's the cost
Blew that bag you lost
Ain't no sauce
Drying up the lot
Don't get popped
She f*ck with the opps, the block is hot