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 shit 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 fuck 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 shit 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 shit 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 shit 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 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"

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 shit to the ceiling

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