RRRCULTR - DROP.A.PIN Lyrics

Drop that pin, ay
Send me location
Need that location
Send me location
Need that location, way
Drop a pin
Drop a pin
What's the f*cking move
(Move)
We got lots to do
(Next)
We got lots to do
(Work)
Drop that pin
Drop that pin
What's the f*cking move
(Move)
We got lots to do
(Next)
We got lots to do
(Work)
Bad bitch came to the sesh yuh
Asking me if she can bring her friends
Told her it's so spacious they could lap it in the Benz
Had the windows tinted private lens
Okay i'm outside
Oh so late when I arrive
Hit the spliff
Watch it float
Bad bitch acting like she know
Dodgy like I don't
Doggy early morn
Had to let her go
Swiftly through the back door
Had the next
Knocking on the front porch
Told her I told her
Told her I told her I told her I told her
This shit could be over
Fiend for the D, you far from some sober
We couldn't be, any closer
I only need, pussy to hold me over
You ain't that sweet, she feisty and she sassy
Not your sugar daddy
(Send me location)
(Need that location)
(Send me location)
(Need that location, way)
Drop a pin
Drop a pin
What's the f*cking move
(Move)
We got lots to do
(Next)
We got lots to do
(Work)
Drop that pin
Drop that pin
What's the f*cking move
(Move)
We got lots to do
(Next)
We got lots to do
(Work)
Pay homage or it's case vomit
I'd annoint you, but you spray rumors
Know I'm loaded from the back-end
Picked up from the front porch
Had to skip from the Civic, no accord
What's not sold in stores
Busy living round my neck
Solid dealings ensure we don't ever break
Hermès everything
Forever under the table, need six mortgages for housing them stables
Carriages
Arabian horses
(Yeah)
And competing forces been stressed as of late, I can tell
See the evidence, the evidence mount
The new Murakami shall suit the X6 well
See this life?
Yeah this life
Really something else
'Cause these angels never die but these evils live
All I know is three, though
Angel eyes, angel eyes on my beam, though
See, uh, no religion through foreign emissions
Dedicated to being couped up in cockpits
On no hitlist 'cause...
This Rover, for my mama
The Beem, for the brother
P1, for the papa
Laser beam, for the drama
No heat, with the coppers
Lowkey, on the progress
Sweet tea, with the lobster
Codeine, make you nauseous
Steady, with the options
Ready, for the commas
Pressed tee, for the Oscars
Eight deep, and they starters
Six feet, that's a coffin
You sleep, and you garbage
Had to break it
Had the, had the addict sweep you off the pavement
Cause the, cause the opposition said I never make shit
Wait, isn't that your daughter on the waitlist?
Treating me famous
Wondering, what i'd do if she felt it
Damn I might make it my muse fornicate with it when i'm anxious
Drop a pin
Drop a pin
What's the f*cking move
(Move)
We got lots to do
(Next)
We got lots to do
(Work)
Drop that pin
Drop that pin
What's the f*cking move
(Move)
We got lots to do
(Next)
We got lots to do
(Work)
Let's get you
Let's get you out of the storm
Hit the Nordstrom
Throw my coat 'round your arm
So you're gonna stay warm
Cause you ain't really just anybody
Nine times out of ten
Won't risk it with just anybody
Nah
Cause you're the main attraction
All these others on the side just lacking
Dragging lacking
That's why I had to swipe it, pass it