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flip capone - stop drop roll lyrics

[chorus: flip capone & playboy the beast]
stop! drop! roll!
hit the gas, go (go!)
you got a problem with us? lay low, lay low (lay low!)
dressed in that camo, where the war at?
run up in your spot like we for that (whack!)
stop! drop! roll!
hit the gas, let’s go (go!)
they don’t really want no problem with us, h_ll no
dressed in all black, motherf_cker, where the beef at?
curbstomp a n_gga, leave ’em spittin’ out his t__th (yeah!)

[verse 1: flip capone]
i’m the epitome misery, not a snake
but d_mn, i spit venom, f_ckboy come get at me
you could be an enemy, a friend, a foe
either way i put the motherf_cking bodies on the floor (bodies on the floor!)
you don’t really wanna see the mouse ride by (nah!)
but when they drive by, bullets fall from the sky (oh!)
bird or plane, they claim insane
until them hollows hit veins, how they swear they’ve changed (brra!)
i’ve got the campaign, let the people march with me
got my dawgs in the back but they bark for me (ah)
candle of wax, i’m hotter than that
get me on tracks, i’ma tear that ass up like an axe
give me more time (more time), it’s the only thing i lack (yeah!)
think i got a knack for the rail (hold on, hold on)
murder, murder, b_tch, any beat i’ma k!ll
say they got the beef, man, we stayin’ with the grills
come and get it hot
[chorus: flip capone & playboy the beast]
stop! drop! roll!
hit the gas, go (go!)
you got a problem with us? lay low, lay low (lay low!)
dressed in that camo, where the war at?
run up in your spot like we for that (whack!)
stop! drop! roll!
hit the gas, let’s go (go!)
they don’t really want no problem with us, h_ll no
dressed in all black, motherf_cker, where the beef at?
curbstomp a n_gga, leave ’em spittin’ out his t__th (yeah!)

[verse 2: playboy the beast]
better stop, drop, roll, like that ass on fire
bloodthirsty k!ller, i’m a f_cking vampire
shut ’em down, open up shop like a ruff ryder
n_gga say he f_cking with me, better tell him he’s a liar
you could call me ryu, i’m a real street fighter
steady burnin’ bridges, i’m the gas and the lighter
come at me, you striking out, i’m the f_cking umpire
b_tch, i started from the bottom and i built an empire (yeah!)
’cause i came up from the bottom, b_tch, i got it out the mud
what you n_ggas looking for? i’m the motherf_cking plug
sippin’ twisted tea then i’m gone, cut her up
f_ckin’ on an opps b_tch ’cause he nothin’ but a scrub (hey!)
proud boy representer, ain’t no cuz or no blood
i will beat a n_ggas ass right here in the club
you ain’t tough you little f_cker, who you tryna mean mug?
on some patriotic sh_t, but bro, i’m still a f_cking thug (yeah!)
[chorus: flip capone & playboy the beast]
stop! drop! roll!
hit the gas, go (go!)
you got a problem with us? lay low, lay low (lay low!)
dressed in that camo, where the war at?
run up in your spot like we for that (whack!)
stop! drop! roll!
hit the gas, let’s go (go!)
they don’t really want no problem with us, h_ll no
dressed in all black, motherf_cker, where the beef at?
curbstomp a n_gga, leave ’em spittin’ out his t__th (yeah!)

- flip capone

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