Scotty James - Office Drop Out Lyrics

Pop from the drop
Fade of the top
Just hit the shop
Shit don't stop
Got a smoke stack
In the back
Aux queen with some rare jeans
Not a jacket boy I'm talking routines
Did it all through the grapevine
Been bending sound
I'm a f*cking bomb wit it
Kick flip grind
How I'm mutha f*cking slick wit it
I'm so mutha f*cking sick with it
I don't bump 150 I got to two plates jiggy with it

Blunt to the face
Mopped up her place
Tell me how it tastes
My team clean
Wash go ting ting
Money in the pocket
Baby I'm about it
Ice go clink clink
Rowdy when I count it
Baby
Tell me how it's sounding
And ehy bitch
Stay nineteen
Crowd downtown and await my team
My team good
And we never gave a f*ck
Really wave sup sup
And that's all I'm really staying f*cked up
We the new gods now
Yeah way I'm feeling we the new gods
Way I'm feeling
We the new gods