Song Lyrics

Yeah
(Yeah yeah)
It's Dolph, Migos

Drop that sack off, drop them racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off
We know you real soft, yeah that's real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain't getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I'm havin' too much traffic, neighbors don't tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele

Clientele jumpin', I think I'm on to somethin'
I never had nothin', that's why I'm always stuntin' (yea)
My right hand man was there, when nobody wasn't
You ever seen three million cash nigga, in all hundreds
Shut the spot down I smell the drug task coming
Throw away all the phones, uh
I got rich off strong, yeah
If you take care of your family then you're my type of nigga
I might sit down and chop it up and count some millions with you (woah)
Dog a Bounty can't do nothing with a broke hoe
Can't trust a nigga because where I'm from they cut throat
You play ball, sell weed, or you cooking dope (which one)
It ain't 'bout big money, then I ain't who you lookin' for

Drop that sack off, drop them racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off
We know you real soft, yeah that's real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain't getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I'm havin' too much traffic, neighbors don't tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele

Colasso, Gelato
Neighbors knockin' at my door askin' what's that loud smell? (Cookie)
Draco, aimin' at my peephole (peephole)
Ain't 'bout no violence, they gon' tell, quick to call 12
Dribble the ball, bale, we sellin' the raw, shells
He poppin' that lame shit
The chopper shoot like it's a ball player
Give me the pot, give me the pot, and I bet I turn it to paste
Who call the shots, who talk on wires?
I bet I turn 'em to waste
I keep the fire, Michael Myers
I'm in the dark, connivin'
Bombin' Osama Bin Laden, under the ground plottin'
Smokin' on poison ivy, bricks in a porta-potty (bricks)
When I'm with Dolph we divin'
Slippery diamonds slidin'

Drop that sack off, drop them racks off
Bad bitch in my car, takin' her panties off
We know you real soft, yeah that's real talk (real talk)
This is for my niggas that get them birds off (yeah yeah)
I know I got them people on my coattail (12)
If you ain't getting no money
I wish you well (go get the money)
I'm havin' too much traffic, neighbors don't tell (aye, pull up)
I gotta put you down by my clientele

Adolph Thornton, Quavious Marshall, Kirshnik Ball, Kiari Cephus

The duration of Drop It Off is 2:45 minutes and seconds.