Luccas - Drop Dead

★ verse 1 ★
I made her a steak
Said she like the taste
Like it’s the semen in my penis
She slurpin’, she fiendin’
She throw shade, but don’t mean it
Or does she?
It don’t matter when she give waist, ay
She send me soapy titty pics ‘cause she love me
Swear to god she’d never dub me
‘cause if she do then i go straight for her crew
Getting top from еverybody till i’m wetter than thеse blues
Making banger after banger
I got crack rock in my shoes, nigga

★ chorus ★
Drop dead, niggas flexin’ on me but get no head
Op-eds, what a nigga writing when he need bread
Chopped meds, all over the floor like they some hot lead
A hot head, bullet holes from him’d make you hot red
Toe to toe, ain’t a real boy like you pinocchio
Totoro, i’m out here in the rain under a microscope
Niggas know, if i drop a dime then i reserved the loaves
You talkin’ tough, but i could see the coke you snorted in your nose

★ verse 2 ★
I’ll clean your neighborhood up like a soap bar
Ride around your city, not in my car
Sk, 47 under my arm
Tote the bitch like i’m from alabama
Niggas tryna catch me with they cameras
Aim the shit at me and you get canned, son
These carcinogens’d give him cancer
Steal your mom and give her up for ransom
That boy think he hot ‘cause a dancer
So why is your bitch telling me i’m handsome?
Why is your lil’ sis getting all hand-some?
I ain’t even tell the bitch to do shit
Told her ass to take herself to newbrick
Heard that she went missing
(someone took her, someone took her)
(someone took her, someone took her)
Someone took her?
I wonder who did
Your little brother tried to fight me
Told him “keep the boot, kid”
(kicks like missed miyagi)
He couldn’t even hold for two kicks
Whole house shot up
Deuce deuce, bitch
★ chorus ★
Drop dead, niggas flexin’ on me but get no head
Op-eds, what a nigga writing when he need bread
Chopped meds, all over the floor like they some hot lead
A hot head, bullet holes from him’d make you hot red
Toe to toe, ain’t a real boy like you pinocchio
Totoro, i’m out here in the rain under a microscope
Niggas know, if i drop a dime then i reserved the loaves
You talkin’ tough, but i could see the coke you snorted in your nose
Drop dead, niggas flexin’ on me but get no head
Op-eds, what a nigga writing when he need bread
Chopped meds, all over the floor like they some hot lead
A hot head, bullet holes from him’d make you hot red
Toe to toe, ain’t a real boy like you pinocchio
Totoro, i’m out here in the rain under a microscope
Niggas know, if i drop a dime then i reserved the loaves
You talkin’ tough, but i could see the coke you snorted in your nose

★ verse 3 ★
Crackers talkin’ like they rich but they inherit it
Throwing ps up like they in paris
“my nigga” this, “my nigga” that
Ain’t your first name “clarence”?
Never sold rock and you got two white parents
Go to starbucks every week and you get coffee on clearance
Boy, you going bad, meek
This cinnamon stick never see defeat
All my opps stalk my ig
‘cause, baby, i am-
★ chorus ★
Drop dead, niggas flexin’ on me but get no head
Op-eds, what a nigga writing when he need bread
Chopped meds, all over the floor like they some hot lead
A hot head, bullet holes from him’d make you hot red
Toe to toe, ain’t a real boy like you pinocchio
Totoro, i’m out here in the rain under a microscope
Niggas know, if i drop a dime then i reserved the loaves
Talkin’ tough, i could see the coke you snorted in your nose
Drop dead, niggas flexin’ on me but get no head
Op-eds, what a nigga writing when he need bread
Chopped meds, all over the floor like they some hot lead
A hot head, bullet holes from him’d make you hot red
Toe to toe, ain’t a real boy like you pinocchio
Totoro, i’m out here in the rain under a microscope
Niggas know, if i drop a dime then i reserved the loaves
You talkin’ tough, but i could see the coke you snorted in your nose

★ outro ★
Hokahey!
It’s a good day to die
Boy, oh boy
The price of freedom is steep

A Broward-based engineer, producer, and rapper.
Mentored by Koen Heldens.