Drippy - JoT Music

Ayy Real drippy right now Lil' mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days That fake shit, I can't relate Hate, I see it all over his face (damn) Yeah I got racks in the safe Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae Never keep dope where you lay Keep a draco or an AK Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip) Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy Prometh, sippin' My bitch she gettin' tipsy Valentino my outfit, my bitch she rockin' Fendi (drippy) Too much ice, it might make you dizzy Diamonds, hittin' Dead fresh, dig me (drippy) Drippy, drippy You a peasant, you cannot come near me (uhuh) Heard a fuck nigga wanna kill me 'Cause I treat his baby mama like a frisbee, yeah Fuck nigga, try again You lose, I win Shoot him in the ass, again Pray for my enemies, amen The realest nigga in it, ayy man Shit, this young nigga poppin', damn Nah, can't no nigga stop him Paper Route, we stand on top of shit Pull up in your city, we rockin' shit I'm in the streets where the hitters at I'm in the street where the dealers at I'm in the section where all the bad bitches at Lil' mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days That fake shit, I can't relate Hate, I see it all over his face (damn) Yeah I got racks in the safe Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae Never keep dope where you lay Keep a draco or an AK Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip) Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy I used to want a million then I wanted ten now I want a 100 All my bitches got an onion, private jet out the country (let's go) Just to go shop and eat lunch Foreign hoes, I got a bunch Codeine (what else?), sweet tea (what's that?), call that a tropical punch (okay) I mix the Gelato with the lemon tree, call that a tropical blunt I give that green light and you done Ayy come here lil' mama, where you from? (Ey, what's up?) All of that ass, you the bomb All of that ass, you the bomb Now take this money, get on the plane I need you to go get a bomb I put her in Yves Saint Laurent I put 70 thou in my charm I put 50 grams in my trunk I was sellin' dope, I ain't go to prom (Damn, I wish I cloud've went to prom) But I get rich anyway so motherfuck the prom Drippy, drippy Lil' mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days That fake shit, I can't relate Hate, I see it all over his face (damn) Yeah I got racks in the safe Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae Never keep dope where you lay Keep a draco or an AK Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip) Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy

Drippy feet yeah Nikes on deck got drippy feet yeah Pretty g's yeah, all my nigga's they pretty g's yeah Get 'em out the street yeah Take care of my nigga's make sure they eat yeah Silly me yeah fuck around and get 50 g's yeah Drippy feet yeah Nikes on deck got drippy feet yeah Pretty g's yeah, all my nigga's they pretty g's yeah Get 'em out the street yeah Take care of my nigga's make sure they eat yeah Silly me yeah fuck around and get 50 g's yeah Yeah we stay lit so we pouring up the Hennesy Want bands on bands and then drive out cash out on the streets yeah Buy myself a land, fuck up everything with RLD Buy some diamonds chains you gon' see me shine it's not a beam Oh man we still chasing On the run we got patience Not a lotta time i'm not wasting Down below in the basement To the top situation I'm a V12 but not racing Fuck awards don't need placements Only in the booth no vacation Know that my time ticking fast Time for some cash I got a dream that's gone last Make the broke life a past I cannot stay the in the class Gotta make sure I fly in first class Before I die I gotta cash in Drippy feet yeah Nikes on deck got drippy feet yeah Pretty g's yeah, all my nigga's they pretty g's yeah Get 'em out the street yeah Take care of my nigga's make sure they eat yeah Silly me yeah fuck around and get 50 g's yeah Drippy feet yeah Nikes on deck got drippy feet yeah Pretty g's yeah, all my nigga's they pretty g's yeah Get 'em out the street yeah Take care of my nigga's make sure they eat yeah Silly me yeah fuck around and get 50 g's yeah

Yah, yeah, yah, yeah Saucin', yeah I don't even know what it is I don't even know what it is (I don't even know what it is) Need my own championship Walk-walk (whoa) Walk-walk (ayy) Drip (yuh) The way I walk, look at me flex I got the sauce (sauce, uh), yeah Look at the wave, yeah I'm moving like I'm on the way, yeah, yeah Don't try me today, got a whole lot to say, yeah Drip, drip, drip-drip everyday, yeah Yeah, my niggas built to drip Sampled all over your shit, bitch You need to catch the drips (woo) Drip, drip, got a whole lotta sauce, gimme a jar, nigga Matter fact, gimme a mil' times two And that little drip of drugs, nigga Gimme, gimme a thug nigga Fuck a nice guy, I'm rough, nigga Throw me around, tell me you love me, nigga Feed me some knowledge and I might come with ya Flying through my veins, yeah Sadness fade away, yeah It's in my blood, it's in my blood Drippin' the wave (drippin' the wave) Fuck a fraud, drippin' sauce Do it all day (do it all day) I ain't got no time to be pullin' up 'round With the fakes and the snakes (fakes and the snakes) Drippy-drippy in my walk, yeah Drippy-drippy in my talk, yeah Nice juicy thighs when I walk, yeah Drip The way I walk, look at me flex I got the sauce (sauce, uh), yeah Look at the wave, yeah I'm moving like I'm on the way, yeah, yeah Don't try me today, got a whole lot to say, yeah Drip, I'm drippin', drip-drip everyday, yeah Yeah Seems we're sharing checks, I been sharing waves, yeah, yeah (drip) What's yours is mine and what's mine gets paid, yeah, yeah I ain't even gotta stunt for this shit Too busy getting checks and shit Bougie whip to match a bougie bitch Niggas catching colds, I'm making 'em sick Yah, yah, yah, keep talking ya' shit You ain't getting walla, broke boys, yeah I can't fuck with a broke boy, no Rich forever, yeah, that's my role Doing bougie yeah, platinum, gold Need a nigga to treat me right Now another nigga calling me his wife, yeah The way I walk, look at me flex I got the sauce (sauce, uh), yeah Look at the wave, yeah I'm moving like I'm on the way, yeah, yeah Don't try me today, got a whole lot to say, yeah Drip Yeah 'Cause I ain't thinking 'bout you Got options coming through Sexy and I feel it too Niggas looking at me like, look at you, oh-oh-yeah Yah, fuck and finesse, get undressed Take me to the mall, only want the best dress Lay it down (lay it down), do it right (do it right) Hit it from (hit it from), both sides DDB, yeah (DDB, yeah, I keep it G) DDB, yeah 'Cause I ain't thinking about you Got options coming through Sexy and I feel it too Niggas looking at me like, look at you, oh-oh-yeah-yeah