Haha (Yup)
Jahlil Beats, holla at me
Fresh up off the stove, I’m hotter than a bitch
Black diamond Audemar is holdin’ down my wrist
I’m the shit, you playin’
Nigga, you know my name, dawg
And shawty, let me cut, call me—
Fresh up off the stove, I’m hotter than a bitch
Black diamond Audemar is holdin’ down my wrist
I’m the shit, you playin’
Nigga, you know my name, dawg
And shawty, let me cut, call me Mr. Chainsaw
This beat goes so hard, and so does your broad
And when she see me, if it’s easy ha, it’s your fault
Lamborghini, fettuccine, count this dough, dawg
Big ice on my neck look like snowballs
Any way that I get it, I don’t care, I do it when I do, I does it
And you know me, shittin’ on niggas and I do it in public
I know you mad, why? And I ain’t tryna brag
I’m just talkin’ about the shit that you wish you had
My tattoos compliment my attitude
Light skin nigga but I’m not a average dude
You a opener and I’m goin’ after you
Headline, I hope you niggas read the news
When they see me, they jaw drop (Yeah)
Better cuff your chick, when she see me, her drawer drop (Yeah)
I’m shuttin’ the club down (Hey)
Nigga, that’s up top (Hey)
They tellin’ me slow down
But I ain’t never gon’ stop (DJ Babey Drew)
(Hey) Okay (Yeah)
Where the Rosé? (Where the Rosé?)
CÎROC? (CÎROC?)
Mixed wit’ OJ (Mixed wit’ OJ)
I’m hot (Hey)
You not (Hey), but it’s okay (Hey)
Y’all don’t mean shit to me, no way, haha
Uh, Gucci shades, my chain looks like Minute Maid
Blowin’ up is what I do, I’m a big grenade
Star stuntin’, these niggas frontin’, show me somethin’
A whole clique of niggas shittin’, bullets dumpin’
And when you see me, please believe me that I’m fly as hell
I got a rack of broads, I call it my clientèle
Tyga at the wing, two girls, that’s a three-piece
Now you see why all these singers tryna to be me
Now what you talkin’ ’bout? To the haters, throw them deuces up
Back number one, middle fingers up
Straight to the top, zoom zoom, that’s how I go
And then I drop the top on my Murcielago
It’s not a game, nigga, so I ain’t gotta play
My niggas Mac and Diesel, it’s Yung by the way
G5 so I ain’t gotta wait
The most hated on, so I ain’t gotta hate
When they see me, they jaw drop (Yeah)
Better cuff your chick, when she see me, her drawer drop (Yeah)
I’m shuttin’ the club down (Hey)
Nigga, that’s up top (Hey)
They tellin’ me slow down
But I ain’t never gon’ stop
(Hey) Okay (Yeah)
Where the Rosé? (Where the Rosé?)
CÎROC? (CÎROC?)
Mixed wit’ OJ (Mixed wit’ OJ)
I’m hot (Hey)
You not (Hey), but it’s okay (Hey)
Y’all don’t mean shit to me, no way, haha
Eazy Breezy, sexy sleezy
Touch me, tease me, freak and leak me (Woo)
Chrisy Breezy, Petey Petey
A B Ceezy, one, two, threezy
Kichi kichi (Hey), nakamichi (Hey)
Okinawa (Hey), nice to meet ya (Hey)
CEO (Hey) or C M Breezy? (Hey)
Now-Now who-who wants to do me? (Hey, yeah)
We bossed up (We bossed up)
We flossed up (We flossed up)
Come on in here, girl (Come on in here, girl)
She gettin’ glossed up (She gettin’ glossed up)
She got her bra up (She got her bra up)
I think she wants to cut (I think she wants to cut)
Baby, there’s two of us (Baby, there’s two of us)
Come on, let double up (Hey)
Go ‘head and knock the ball (Ball) and we gon’ pop the top off (Off)
And we don’t care how many bottles or how much that they cost (Cost)
We like them dope boys (Boys), we just left off the block (The block)
We open both doors and then we keep ’em locked (Uh-huh)
Damn, we got it locked (Uh-huh), R&B and hippie-hop (Uh-huh)
Carolina busy bee (Uh-huh) and nine to five, we down the block
Tell me what you want, girl, I can get it for you, girl
He’s a motherfuckin’ chump and I’m a real thug
When they see me, they jaw drop (Yeah)
Better cuff your chick, when she see me, her drawer drop (Yeah)
I’m shuttin’ the club down (Hey)
Nigga, that’s up top (Hey)
They tellin’ me slow down
But I ain’t never gon’ stop
(Hey) Okay (Yeah)
Where the Rosé? (Where the Rosé?)
CÎROC? (CÎROC?)
Mixed wit’ OJ (Mixed wit’ OJ)
I’m hot (Hey)
You not (Hey), but it’s okay (Hey)
Y’all don’t mean shit to me, no way, haha (Hey)
Breaking Down the Bravado: Lyrical Analysis
“Drop Rap” by Chris Brown is a high-energy anthem that radiates confidence and self-assured swagger. Throughout the track, Brown flexes his success, fashion, and appeal, painting a picture of someone living life at the top of their game. The lyrics are packed with punchy references to luxury (“Black diamond Audemar,” “Lamborghini, fettuccine”) and clever wordplay, reflecting the artist’s knack for blending bravado with wit. There’s a recurring theme of competition and dominance in both the club scene and the music industry, with Brown dismissing rivals and warning others to guard their partners. The hook underscores the track’s playful, party-ready vibe, while the verses delve into personal ambition and the pursuit of pleasure.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Songwriter: Chris Brown
- Producer: Jahlil Beats