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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sage the Gemini
Sage the Gemini
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominic Wynn Woods
Dominic Wynn Woods
Songwriter
Johnathan Faulk
Johnathan Faulk
Songwriter
Paulo Rodriguez
Paulo Rodriguez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P-LO
P-LO
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Aya Merrill
Aya Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Marshall Bryant
Marshall Bryant
Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(The invasion)
Tell 'em drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop
Drop 'em, see
[Verse 2]
I can see the college **** stepping to this, yeah
I can see the college girls stepping to this
I can see the college **** stepping to this
I can see the college **** stepping to this
[Verse 3]
She came through stunting, red-hair ruckus
And she don't do the black, I thank her Uncle Ruckus
She got hella back, and she don't do the front
She love attention, thirsty **** always in the sun
[Verse 4]
She hold up that sign and let a **** know
She don't do broke, rich ****, new coach
She just make a phone call and get some new dough
[Verse 5]
Bitch ****, that's new clothes
[Verse 6]
Sneak in a girl dorm, hide in her clothes
She from the step team, you know I'm into those
Work her booty here, there ain't nothing silicone
Give her the vitamins but she don't get minerals
[Verse 7]
All my **** stepping, repping fraternities
All my girls stepping, repping sororities
Tell that girl you don't rep more than me
Tell that **** you don't rep more than me
[Verse 8]
Tell 'em drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop
Dr-drop 'em
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop
Dr-drop 'em, see
[Verse 9]
I can see the college **** stepping to this
I can see the college girls stepping to this
I can see the college **** stepping to this
I can see the college girls stepping to this
[Verse 10]
Ba, ba, bah beat it like the drummer man
West Side, the $hmop, where's the turn-up man?
Pulled her to the party, got her quaking on me
$hmop Boy, bitch, I'm into money-makin'
[Verse 11]
And I need a gold trophy, however you playing this
****, I ain't the fakin' bitch l
Keep my chain, swing a bitch
You ain't tryna bone, you in the friend zone
I'ma get gone, skrrt, and move yo ass along, uh
[Verse 12]
And my people here, so call me to the front
Security ain't gon' do shit when I light my blunt
I be sipping bubbly, yeah
All these bitches love me, yeah
I hit it from the back if her booty chubby
[Verse 13]
And it's c'mon boo, you gotta suck me before  you fuck me
I'm a star, bitch
You lucky if you fuck me
If this one 7-inch **** would be groovy bitch
Get wang, girl, see if you with he bougie shit
[Verse 14]
Tell 'em drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop
Dr-drop 'em
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop
Dr-drop 'em, see
[Verse 15]
I can see the college **** stepping to this
I can see the college girls stepping to this
I can see the college **** stepping to this
I can see the college girls stepping to this, huh
Written by: David J. Faulkner, Dominic Wynn Woods, Johnathan Faulk, Paulo Rodriguez
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