Shoreline Mafia – Poe The Drop (ft. Future) (Audio, Lyrics)

Shoreline Mafia unveils new single “Poe The Drop” featuring Future. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by Ron-Ron The Producer & AceTheFace.

Shoreline Mafia Poe The Drop

Shoreline Mafia just keeps elevating in this game. The crew released their debut album Mafia Bidness this past week, bringing along several guest stars for the ride. Future joins Ohgeesy and Rob Vicious on “Poe The Drop,” produced by Ron-Ron The Producer & AceTheFace. Ron-Ron has a very distinct style of beat, and “Poe The Drop” fits snugly into that category. Vivid and impactful percussions make the song more bass than anything else.

Ohgeesy and Rob Vicious take control of two-thirds of the record, opting to give Future the final verse. It is worth the wait though.

Shoreline Mafia – Poe The Drop (ft. Future) (prod. Ron-Ron The Producer & AceTheFace)

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ace The Face)
(Ron-Ron, do that shit)

[Chorus: Ohgeesy & Rob Vicious]
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (It don’t stop)
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (It don’t stop)
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (No, it don’t stop)
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (It don’t stop)

[Verse 1: Ohgeesy]
Feeling sick, I just sipped a quarter brick
And now I’m rappin’, but I’m really ’bout that shit
And I ain’t capping boy, I really hit your bitch
I get to smacking when I get her in the crib
OTX I only touch exclusive shit
And I’ma kick her out, and cool it with yo’ bitch
Money on my mind since I was a jit
And I been waiting on the day I go legit
And now the time is here and I can finally quit
Bagging up the shit and shipping out the zips
Matter fact, I don’t think I can quit
I’m a pro, NBA, I’m hitting bricks
On the low, I’m always gonna keep a stick
If she a ho, I’m always gonna fuck your bitch
And I’m a real nigga, real nigga don’t switch
And I’m a real nigga, that’s real nigga shit (Gang)

[Chorus: Ohgeesy & Rob Vicious]
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (It don’t stop)
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (It don’t stop)
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (No, it don’t stop)
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (It don’t stop)

[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
Woke up with a stick (With a stick, grrah)
These niggas talk like they be all about that action, they ain’t with shit (They’re not)
I might hit a lick and leave yo’ bitch up on the strip (Gang)
Fuck her, then I bill her, bitch, I need my chicken strips (A-ha)
Shit don’t stop, we serving junkies in the VIP (Gang-gang)
She love cock, she sniff them Perkies off the dick (Ooh)
I’m from two-nine double-O and I’ma opp (Two-nine hundred gang)
You ain’t know, then now you know, bitch, this the block (Bayline gang)
Your nigga beef with me, then give me opp top (Hold up)
I’m on the same street my homie got shot (Pop, pop)
On the Cresh’ they call me Murder Squad Flock (Yeah)
Ain’t gotta guess, bitch, this a hunnid round chop (Brrah)
Should’ve went to college, but I’m Bayline stupid (Bayline)
And if I hear a pop, this is Bayline music (What?)
If I ain’t the shooter, then lil’ Bayline shoot it (Brrah)
And I ain’t green up in this hood, but I still ride through it (Skrrt)

[Chorus: Ohgeesy & Rob Vicious]
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (It don’t stop)
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (It don’t stop)
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (No, it don’t stop)
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (It don’t stop)

[Verse 3: Future]
Said ooh-woo
Walk inside a jewelry store and spend a brick, suwoo
Got two Glock 9s, they came with a switch, ooh-woo
Popped a Adderall or half a Percocet, ooh-woo (I’m gone)
This a LaFerrari, this not a Corvette, no, no
I got killers with me, murk a nigga bitch, ooh-woo
I’m a trap star, I’m drinkin’ my Actavis, ooh-woo
Where the drugs at? I’m not a politic (Not that)
I’m a millionaire, I’ll still’ll pull a kick door
See these bezels on my wrist, like a disco (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Had your girl and did the Macarena in her throat (Woo)
Got my dogs with me, they another pedigree (Another pedigree)
Sipping mud take me to another galaxy (Pluto)
Them my brothers, them my twins, we like Siamese (Like Siamese)
We share bitches, go to war like we Japanese (Like we Japanese)
I’m in the jungle, pushing stars, smoking Marley (Pushin’ stars)
I put the pink diamonds on her, she a Barbie

[Chorus: Ohgeesy & Rob Vicious]
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (It don’t stop)
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (It don’t stop)
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (No, it don’t stop)
Po’ the drop (Drop)
Gimme top (Gimme top)
Move a block (Move a block)
Nigga, it don’t stop (It don’t stop)