Drop Dead

Bitch, I fuckin' love when I
See that body drop
Bob to the knock 'till my heartbeat stop
Stomp on the stage 'till
The fuckin' earth shake
Headbang to the bass 'till
My neck bones break
Bitch, I'll throw down 'till
My line go flat and if you hit my line
Know I might call back
If I got time and yo' ass ain't wack
I've been tryin' to get my
Damn life on track

I've been drinkin' vodka out of
Snapple with the glass
I've been cuttin' ties with my
Friends from the past
I've been sippin' wine out of Solo cups
So roll those up motherfucker, let's chill
Live a life like mine, got time to kill
I don't give a fuck about no record deal
I don't give a fuck about no promotion
See me movin' in slow motion

I don't really feel much emotion
I don't really see no commotion
G-checkin' online, that's L-A-M-E
Four letters that separate us
I cannot associate, please stay away
Bitch, you don't know a thing about me

Fakes don't fuck with me
They fuck with who fuck with me
Don't fuck with who fuck with me
But trust me
That's something I think we've begun to see
Don't fuck with who fuck with me
Fuck with who fuck with me