Young Thug – Droppin Jewels [Official Lyric Video]

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The official lyric video for Young Thug’s “Droppin Jewels” from his album ‘Punk’ – Out Now!
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LYRICS
[Chorus] (Show me that I’m done, I’m finished here, but still no fear, yeah)
Ain’t no more reminiscin’
Ain’t no more judging’, no intuition
(Tell me why I’m livin’, why am I remaining here?)
I was smokin’ ‘Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that **** to the ceiling

[Verse 1] Drop a body, and you wouldn’t have to pay for lunch
I told my dawg I’m ridin’ whether he right or wrong
I done got big, they record my life through a drone
I told my bitch to stand behind me, I’m in my zone
She like, “How the **** you ain’t never wrote a song?”
Same reason your fine ass ain’t never wore a thong
You ain’t ridin’ for life, then I’d just rather ride alone
Bought you a spot, now you don’t ever gotta go
Yeah, I told my nigga I’ma drop the jewels on him
You gotta go through this **** here 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
Huh, if you can’t beat ’em, knock it out ’em
Huh, if you gon’ kill ’em, 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 nothin’, 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 droppin’ all my Vicks and now the FBI won’t stop me
Got this **** on fire like Takis, nigga, woah, woah

[Chorus] (Show me that I’m done, I’m finished here, but still no fear, yeah)
Ain’t no more reminiscin’
Ain’t no more judging’, no intuition
(Tell me why I’m livin’, why am I remaining here?)
I was smokin’ ‘Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that **** to the ceiling

[Verse 2] Yeah, they complimenting my new Rolls Royce
TV in the front of that motherfucker like a tour bus
Spirit of ecstasy got me feelin’ so blessed, you see
I told my bitch I was ’bout to go shoot up Treaster Tree
Half a million dollars on my dawgs and all my cars
Couple millions to my mama and my pa
Got the sniper on the roof for niggas 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 gon’ make us a **** 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”
Got that T-Rex, I just gave my daddy the Cam
I got the sheets wet
Pick that lil’ bitch up, then I slam her like I’m from B-X
Then I fold her up like a crown, yeah
It was dark, then I came to the light
I was poor, and now my doors suicide
I don’t know how to make it right, right
Got four Birkins for you, keep it light, light
I don’t care about you leaving me
I got no time to try to make it right
I just hope you find another life
Won’t pick you up if you ever fall, right? (Woah, woah, woah)

[Chorus] (Show me that I’m done, I’m finished here, but still no fear, yeah)
Ain’t no more reminiscin’
Ain’t no more judging’, no intuition
(Tell me why I’m livin’, why am I remaining here?)
I was smokin’ ‘Scotti, but not Pippen
I taught my son how to stack that **** to the ceiling

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