Top Songs By Young Dro
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey, I'm suppling all the buyers
My Chevy sit higher
Thirty inch tires
I'm poppin' off fire
Say he friends but he a liar
See a bitch and I can buy her
Supplying all the buyers
You know I sit higher
[Verse 2]
Chevy sit high, **** did that
Break a bitch off like a Kit Kat
Gucci with the Louis ****, mismatch
Forty round four, **** get back
Whole buncha crack, **** flip that
Dro got a sack, did you get that?
Bet your whole week get flipped back
Big dog hangin' with the big cat
[Verse 3]
And right street **** flow six stack
Get you knocked off for some knick-knacks
Fuck **** yellin' where yo bitch at
Six **** knocked off six stacks
Bankhead **** where the bricks at?
Red dog comin' where the bricks at?
Breakdown down where the **** at
[Verse 4]
Snoop Dogg smokin' on a zig zag
Two hundred on the dash ****, did that
.45 slug where yo wig at
Oink oink ****, where the pigs at?
Ponytail **** speak pig latin
Grind it out till you get a big sack
And yo chick want dick at
Ferragamo ground and me cat
.44 quiet say click clack
[Verse 5]
Hey, I'm suppling all the buyers
My Chevy sit higher
Thirty inch tires
I'm poppin' off fire
Say he friends but he a liar
See a bitch and I can buy her
Supplying all the buyers
You know I sit higher
[Verse 6]
This three door whip, no four door
Hoppin' out the bitch with a .44
Shoot him in the face where your nose go
Me and your bitch gone, where yo ho go?
With a chocolate thick bitch name Coco
Cabbin' it home boo and bobo
We don't go to sleep bitch
We take no doze
Thirty deep runnin' from the popo
[Verse 7]
In the Benz with a forty in the console
Run 'round thinkin' 'bout Poncho
Break it down bitch we got honcho
Stirrin' up shit like gumbo
Knockin' they ass out, one blow
Blow a **** ass out the front door
Kill a **** and kill one more
I'm a real killer, what I gotta front for?
[Verse 8]
I'll put a **** ass in the trunk though
Keep a **** ass for a month though
I'll smoke a **** ass like a blunt though
My bitch Indian, no Tonto
Coulda sworn things thrown
Where your face at
You a dope dealer ****
Where your case at?
I take food where you say grace at
I'm a bad boy **** where the Ma$e at?
[Verse 9]
Hey, I'm suppling all the buyers
My Chevy sit higher
Thirty inch tires
I'm poppin' off fire
Say he friends but he a liar
See a bitch and I can buy her
Supplying all the buyers
You know I sit higher
Written by: Xavier Dotson