Drop Low

Drop low, baby hit the floor Suicide doors on something you can't afford On my .44, make it rain, make it pour More, more, more, give me more, give me more I don't feel like picking up the phone Whenever you talk, babe, you know I'm gone Couldn't even care less 'bout your problems Cut off all my fingers to count fucks I give Put that bitch behind my life Pop a molly, I Don't care 'bout your forsaken sake of time Little bitch ovulating, Ari give it to her Carve A-R-I in her back, then I lose her So drop low, baby hit the floor Suicide doors on something you can't afford On my .44, make it rain and pour More, more, more, give me- give me more I don't feel like picking up the phone Whenever you talk, babe, you know I'm gone Couldn't even care less 'bout your problems Cut off all my fingers to count fucks I give So don't act like you fuckin' know me, when you don't Only here to fill you up, like an oreo Don't know how much I hated you 'til you go Shawty cute, could be cuter with the knees low Drop low, baby hit the floor Suicide doors on something you can't afford On my .44, make it rain, make it pour More, more, more, give me more, give me more