[Intro] Yeah… Heavy bass, let’s get it… You already know what’s up… Drop ya! [Verse 1] I see you talkin’ crazy on the net, keyboard warrior, hide behind the screen, But in real life you soft as butter, whole crew know you ain’t about a thing. I pull up with that heavy bass bumping, windows shaking, tires screeching, Got that look in my eye like “today’s the day you learn a real lesson.” You runnin’ your mouth like it’s a sport, but I’m ‘bout action, no discussion, One wrong move and it’s lights out — forehead meet the ground, no discussion. I’m the nightmare you created, now I’m standing right in front of you, Smile on my face while I grab your neck — boom, concrete kiss, how you do? [Pre-Chorus] Talk shit, get hit, that’s the motto I live by, You wanted smoke? Well here’s the whole damn fire. [Chorus] Drop ya! Forehead to the pavement, Drop ya! Leave you laid out like you’re wasted. One hit, two hit, watch your body fold, You get dropped on ya mafuckin fohead! Drop ya! Whole block hear the bass hit, Drop ya! Now you sleeping where the hate līv. Talk tough, get stuffed, now your pride is dead, You get dropped on ya mafuckin fohead! [Verse 2] I got that southern rage mixed with brutality, You thought you was safe ‘cause you ran your mouth from a different state? That’s cute. I move in silence then I strike quick — Superman punch, chin check, Your legs do the chicken dance, then your forehead say “nice to meet ya, concrete.” Enemies plotting, I’m just plotting on they downfall, Turn your bravado to a flatline, watch your homies scatter like it’s a fire drill. I don’t do warnings, I do lessons, permanent ones you can’t forget, Next time you think about running your mouth — remember how that asphalt felt. [Pre-Chorus] Talk shit, get hit, that’s the motto I live by, You wanted smoke? Well here’s the whole damn fire. [Chorus] Drop ya! Forehead to the pavement, Drop ya! Leave you laid out like you’re wasted. One hit, two hit, watch your body fold, You get dropped on ya mafuckin fohead! Drop ya! Whole block hear the bass hit, Drop ya! Now you sleeping where the hate līv. Talk tough, get stuffed, now your pride is dead, You get dropped on ya mafuckin fohead! [Bridge / Breakdown] Yeah… slow it down… You hear that bass knocking in your chest? That’s the last sound you gon’ remember… Then — BOOM! [Final Chorus] Drop ya! Forehead to the pavement, Drop ya! Leave your ego in the basement. One hit, two hit, now your career’s over, You got dropped on ya mafuckin fohead! Drop ya! Tell your mama you got folded, Drop ya! Story of the night you got smoked, bitch. Run your mouth again, I triple-dog dare ya, You get dropped on ya mafuckin fohead! [Outro] Yeah… Drop ya… Forehead gang… We out.
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