Droppin Jewels Lyrics by Young Thug is latest English song with music also given by Ghetto Guitar, K-Notes, Pro Logic, Turbo. Droppin Jewels song lyrics are written by Turbo, Pro Logic, K-Notes, Young Thug.
Droppin Jewels Song Detail
| Song Name: | Droppin Jewels |
| Singer: | Young Thug |
| Composer: | Ghetto Guitar, K-Notes, Pro Logic, Turbo |
| Lyrics by: | Turbo, Pro Logic, K-Notes, Young Thug |
Droppin Jewels Lyrics
Show me that I am done, I am finished here
But still no fear, yeahh
Ain’t no more reminiscin’
Ain’t no more judgin’, no intuition
Tell me why I am living, why am I remaining here?
I was smoking ‘scotti, but not pippen
I taught my son how too stack that s^^t too the ceiling
Drop a body, and you wouldn’t have too pay for lunch
I told my dawg I am riding whether he right or wrong
I done got big, they record my life through a drone
I told my bi^^h too stand behind me, I am in my zone
She like, how the f^^k you ain’t never wrote a song?
Same reason your fine a^s ain’t never wore a thong
You ain’t riding for life, then I’d just rather ride alone
Bought you a spot, now you don’t ever gotta go
Yeahh I told my ni^^a I’ma drop the jewels on him
You gotta go through this s^^t with your heart
You can’t snooze on it
It’s bad, you better get rid of it or lose on it
I know you heard that old saying about bad fruit, homie
Huhh, if you can’t beat them, knock it out them
Huhh, if you gone kill them, better not be sloppy
I told my daughter, keep one in the head
She ain’t gotta cock it
I told my son if he wanted to live, he might catch a body
I told my son he ain’t a cheerleader
But he might gotta catch a body
His driver named joe, but he still can’t do it sloppy
I just hopped up out that ghost, I been drivin’ a dead body
I ain’t really into nothing, but I spend it like a hobby
I was locked inside the trap
Didn’t think about it, but I got out it
And my cars and clothes exotic
Ain’t 6ix9ine, but two hoes with me right now
You can call me shotti
I been dropping all my vicks and now the fbi won’t stop me
Got this s^^t on fire like takis, ni^^a, woahh woahh
Show me that I am done, I am finished here
But still no fear, yeah
Ain’t no more reminiscin’
Ain’t no more judgin’, no intuition
Tell me why I am living, why am I remaining here?
I was smoking ‘scotti, but not pippen
I taught my son how too stack that s^^t too the ceiling
Yeah! They complimentin’ my new rolls royce
Tv in the front of that mother-f^^ker like a tour bus
Spirit of ecstasy got me feeling so blessed, you see
I told my bi^^h I was about too go shoot up treaster tree
Half a million dollars on my dawgs & all my cars
Couple millions to my mama and my pa
Got the sniper on the roof for ni^^as tryna act hard
I just bought a brand new coupe, and it’s a black jaguar
Matte black, old trans am, thank you, ma’am
We gone make us a porn star video, new cam
I came up just watchin’ my pop gamble my food stamps
I just cause cramps, I don’t go back and forth with tramps
Baby, we stamped, just for that, I’ma call you ma’am
With the t-rex, I just gave my daddy the cam
I got the sheets wet
Pick that lil’ bi^^h up, then I slam her like I am from b-x
Then I fold her up like a clam, yeahh
It was dark, then I came too the light
I was poor, and now my doors suicide
I don’t know how too make it right, right
Got four birkins for you, keep it light, light
I don’t care about you leavin’ me
I got no time to try too make it right
I just hope you find another life
I will pick you up if you ever fall, right?
Woah, woah, woah
Show me that I am done, I am finished here
But still no fear, yeahh
Ain’t no more reminiscin’
Ain’t no more judgin’, no intuition
Tell me why I am living, why am I remaining here?
I was smoking ‘scotti, but not pippen
I taught my son how too stack that s^^t too the ceiling