Video Drop It Low de Young Thug 2025 Cristiana Lyrics

Young Thug - Drop It Low Lyrics

[Chorus]
I put her head right in 'em trousers (Let's go)
I'on make no sound, I'm like a silencer (Frr-frr)
I'm running round, I gotta damage ya (Gotta damage ya)
Chanel bag on the top of your thighs (Top of your thighs)
Speed it up for the gang, gang, then drop it low
I put you on the dick right now, let me know
I let you take his chain and watch and then lay low
Hit 'em up for me baby baby, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Chanel clutch you can get it baby if you drop it low, ah yeah
Fendi boots caught em to your throat if you drop it low, ah yeah
She got the hiccups, she been slurping on me like a pot of gold

[Verse 1]
We reach the climax, we gon' go to war like El Chapo (Woo)
She asked me where the time at and I simply told her with my bros (On god)
Bonnie and Clyde that, got a off white Bentley with the nitro
I put the bitch on a black boat, I feed her milk and she lactose
Bet that, Maybach tune up the coupe with the Hatchback
I cannot snooze with a nat nat
I put my crew on 'em crab cats, ah yeah
He can get whacked, I can cut off his head like it's Mad Max
I done Off-White forgi the matte Jag', tall black bitch as the xan said
She done send me a flick on snapchat
[Chorus]
I put her head right in 'em trousers (Let's go)
I'on make no sound, I'm like a silencer (Frr-frr)
I'm running round, I gotta damage ya (Gotta damage ya)
Chanel bag on the top of your thighs (Top of your thighs)
Speed it up for the gang, gang, then drop it low
I put you on the dick right now, let me know
I let you take his chain and watch and then lay low
Hit 'em up for me baby baby, yeah

[Verse 2]
Keep the F&N on the side of the guys, keep the stick all inside of the rides
I got bitches admiring my work ethic, she say it's so nice
I'm bout to ties those ties and I'm with MOB til' I die
I never had to serve a pie, I ain't gotta shoot 'em but they die
I ain't got no birds but they fly, put them bitches in each and every sky
Uh, got big old, big old racks, yeah, like I'm cheating those guys
Uh, uh, uh, uh
He got some ties on his bond
I could never fail never won
She'll never get revealed even if she a dime
Put the Bentley Mulsanne up, put the Bentley Mulsanne up, put the Range up
Red seats in the Lamb' truck, I got waist, ketchup, nigga I'm stained up
Why you minimum waged up? Diamonds wherever you caged up, you ain't nothing
All the niggas with me up, gorillas and aped up like we baped up
I got my stain up, thanks to my daddy I got my game up
I got his name up, I'm a junior but I'm still a gangbanger
I put these racks right on ya head
I cannot get attached so I don't fuck in the bed
Counting these racks, all big blue heads
Big quarterback, sack for sack
[Chorus]
I put her head right in 'em trousers (Let's go)
I'on make no sound, I'm like a silencer (Frr-frr)
I'm running round, I gotta damage ya (Gotta damage ya)
Chanel bag on the top of your thighs (Top of your thighs)
Speed it up for the gang, gang, then drop it low
I put you on the dick right now, let me know
I let you take his chain and watch and then lay low
Hit 'em up for me baby baby, yeah

[Post-Chorus]
Chanel clutch you can get it baby if you drop it low, ah yeah
Fendi boots caught em to your throat if you drop it low, ah yeah
She got the hiccups, she been slurping on me like a pot of gold

[Outro]
We reach the climax