BOTANY BOYS - Drop It In The Sunny lyrics

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(feat. Vic)

[talking:]

Let's head down, to the Kappa Beach

Going down g-string, pinky rings

Uh how you love that, now hol' up hol' up

[C-Note:]

Let's drop it, in the sunny

My diamond grill, means I'm all about my money

Just making cash fast, riding through the Sunset Valley

Hennessey blowing trees, at the Source in Cali

Nigga let's drop the top, let's make it hop let's make all hoes bop

You know it's Botany Big Shots, when them blades go chop

When them roofs go pop, when we pull off the lot

And if them cops in our spot, then we sail on a yacht

We acting bad at the Kappa, we seen a lot of hoes

Seen a lot of 4's, niggaz balling like they pros

Doing shows, hoes with diamonds in they toes

Rolling optimoes, cause it blowing out my nose

Chromey 4's, but that's a baller subject

The Botany Boys did a deal, a million dollar budget

We playas, we never broke long we grab em

How can this one song, out-jam your whole album

[Hook: Vic]

Come on, let's drop it in the sunny

The B-Boys, are all about the money yeah

[Will-Lean:]

Well I'ma drop the top, with the beat on knock

Pull it out fo' seat, Lamborgini on dots

Wrecking the cops, I'm the one they ready to stop

Wrist full of rocks, jumping out the piss on the block

Pitcher and watts, the time when gangstas gon shine

Rolexes gon wind, and diamonds gon blind

Bitches gon mind with spandex, exposing they bodies

2000 Mazaratti, as we rolling through Roxy

Me and my peeps, car laying peeping some freaks

Fo' deep in a jeep, and they cheifing on sweets

Million dollar figgas, that's all about they money

Ride the boss with Nina Ross, as I floss through that sunny side

Where thugs hanging, and 84's swanging

Plus 18 bangings, and c.d. changing

Botany rearranging, Cloverland representing

Dropping it in the sunny, making our money independent

[Hook]

[D-Red:]

Recline my top to feel the sun rays, I'm 4 swanging

Turn three lanes into a one way, with screens hanging

Ain't no drama or no gunplay, and no slanging

This a perfect day to parlay, parlay

When woofers kick it feel like glass breaking, all about that cash making

Fuck pass faking, that's why these boppers keep they ass shaking

The drop pancaking, juiced and on charge

No your eyes aren't mistaking, fifty car enterouge

Chrome shining baguettes blinding, that's the way that we ball

If I snap my fingers twice, like grain bikinis gon fall

I tip green eyed British broads, with tats on they tummy

When Big Shots hit the block, tops gon drop in the sunny

[Hook x2]