Droppin Jewels Lyrics by Young Thug is the latest English song from “Punk”. The lyrics were written by Turbo, Pro Logic, K-Notes, Young Thug while the song is produced by Ghetto Guitar, K-Notes, Pro Logic, Turbo.
“Droppin Jewels” Track Info:
| Song | Droppin Jewels |
| Album | Punk |
| Singer | Young Thug |
| Produced By | Ghetto Guitar, K-Notes, Pro Logic, Turbo |
| Lyrics | Turbo, Pro Logic, K-Notes, Young Thug |
Droppin Jewels Lyrics
Show Me That I’m Done, I’m Finished Here
But Still No Fear, Yeah!
Ain’t No More Reminiscin’
Ain’t No More Judgin’, No Intuition
(Tell Me Why I’m Living, Why Am I Remaining Here?)
I Was Smoking ‘Scotti, But Not Pippen
I Taught My Son How To Stack That S**t To The Ceiling
Drop A Body, And You Wouldn’t Have To Pay For Lunch
I Told My Dawg I’m Riding Whether He Right Or Wrong
I Done Got Big, They Record My Life Through A Drone
I Told My B***h To Stand Behind Me, I’m In My Zone
She Like, How The F**k You Ain’t Never Wrote A Song?
Same Reason Your Fine A** Ain’t Never Wore A Thong
You Ain’t Riding For Life, Then I’d Just Rather Ride Alone
Bought You A Spot, Now You Don’t Ever Gotta Go
Yeah! I Told My N*g** I’ma Drop The Jewels On Him
You Gotta Go Through This S**t 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 Them, Knock It Out Them
Huh, If You Gone Kill Them, 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 Nothing, 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 Dropping All My Vicks And Now The FBI Won’t Stop Me
Got This S**t On Fire Like Takis, N*g**, Woah! Woah!
(Show Me That I’m Done, I’m Finished Here
But Still No Fear, Yeah!)
Ain’t No More Reminiscin’
Ain’t No More Judgin’, No Intuition
(Tell Me Why I’m Living, Why Am I Remaining Here?)
I Was Smoking ‘Scotti, But Not Pippen
I Taught My Son How To Stack That S**t To The Ceiling
Yeah! They Complimentin’ My New Rolls Royce
TV In The Front Of That Mother-f**ker Like A Tour Bus
Spirit Of Ecstasy Got Me Feeling So Blessed, You See
I Told My B***h I Was About 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 N*g**s 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 Gone 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
With The T-Rex, I Just Gave My Daddy The Cam
I Got The Sheets Wet
Pick That Lil’ B***h Up, Then I Slam Her Like I’m From B-X
Then I Fold Her Up Like A Clam, 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 Leavin’ Me
I Got No Time To Try To Make It Right
I Just Hope You Find Another Life
I’ll Pick You Up If You Ever Fall, Right?
(Woah! Woah! Woah!)
(Show Me That I’m Done, I’m Finished Here
But Still No Fear, Yeah!)
Ain’t No More Reminiscin’
Ain’t No More Judgin’, No Intuition
(Tell Me Why I’m Living, Why Am I Remaining Here?)
I Was Smoking ‘Scotti, But Not Pippen
I Taught My Son How To Stack That S**t To The Ceiling