Bow Down DRODi & That Mexican OT

[Intro: DRODi]
Ayy, BeatOn
What it do?
Ayy, I need some beats, bro, I'm finna head to the studio right now
Say less, what vibe you on?
Man, just shoot me some type shit
'Bout to send you a pack right now
Alright, that's a bet

[Verse 1: DRODi]
I call my boy BeatOn, tell him put a beat on
My ice more cold than a can full of freon
You talkin' 'bout you're pissed off, get you a peon
This weed is from Cali and my car European
I be shinin' like some neon
A hatin'-ass bitch, man, I wouldn't wanna be one
Every time they hear me talk, they like, damn, where is he from?
Bitch, I'm from Texas, Bimmer, not a Lexus
I'm in that old-school bangin' gears, drivin' reckless
I gave your bitch my number, now she won't stop textin'
Twenty thousand dollars for an iced-out necklace
Smokin' on that killer, pocket full of scrilla
I only smoke the high, no, I don't smoke the middle
I got more zippers than a jacket off of Thriller
Big boss man what I see inside the mirror
I never see my haters at the bank or at the dealer
Or at Pappasito's, garlic butter with fajitas
Damn, that's crazy, I fuck a bitch, make her crazy
I'm an outsider like Swayze, I smoke too much, now I'm lazy
And everything lookin' hazy, I bought a Glock for my safety
I told her swallow my babies, I'm smokin' flowers like daisies
Now my weed taste amazin' and I see why they hate it
I keep some chrome wheels skatin', could fuck they ho without datin'
Me and the plug, we related, I'm flyin' P's like the '80s
'Cause shippin' packs overrated, I'm thankin' God that I made it
Spark big blunts with a smile on my face
I'm happy than a bitch 'cause I just beat my case
The smoke from the 'Wood hit my eye, feel like mace
I just got some stamps, trade my lick for some shake
Droppin' dick inside this bitch, finna cause an earthquake
And the way these haters fall, I should probably keep a rake
Yeah, the way that DRODi ball, should've hit the NBA
Man