"Drip Like Ps" lyrics
Duffel Bag Hottie & Black Soprano Family Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, huh, yup
Yeah, yuh
What's going on, [?]?
Yeah, huh, it's Dolph
Man, you already know a nigga like this
You already know we gon' run this shit
We gon' run this shit up to the ceiling, nigga
And the prison shit don't stop none, nigga yeah
Big-dog shit
Rest in peace, John Seven
Fingers out the trap, huh
Little niggas can't play with the devil, steppin' on him like a shack
You heard, steppin' on him like a frat
The pack on his way, she know to catch it
Money talker got the foreign off her forked earrings like I'm Franklan Hatchet
Scan on, we got the music turned on, listen, it's time to dispatch it
A whole brick under my mattress
You don't want me, don't let them gas it
Fuck around and get yourself shot nigga mush a nigga in his casket
I'm curving hoes, I'm a bougie nigga
She can't fade or not and she ain't waxin'
Ugh
Ghost guns for the mission I bet I touch some niggas sexual harassment
Broke friends that crossed me
They can't eat with me, I got a fastening
I'm fuckin' on a fine old hoe
She got the bag up, Angela Bassett
I got rich and I wiped me a ratchet
Moved down, Salome bought me a castle
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm rollin' up my sleeve, I got my wrist on freeze
20 bands on the heads of all of my enemies
Yeah, yeah
Run it up, them bro niggas knockin' to me
Yeah, yeah
R.I.P. Kwan Pong Fly, I drip like peace
Yeah, yeah
Lee is all on my chain, boy, I'm super T
Put it down on this hoe, now that bitch won't leave
Yeah, yeah, run it up, them bro' niggas knock down the man
Yeah, yeah
R.I.P. Kwan Pong Fly, I drip like peace
We get riches in the city
Don't let them tell you different, I got my stock up
I spit raw, bitch, raw in the window, I did got me locked up
I ran my sack up on Kermit Street
Nigga two hundred Ps in a box truck
Ain't going back and forth with you local jokers
Might got the B Bs but they not us
Drop the ice, then it rock up
Yeah, then pull the drop up
I'm 0244 Bulldog on my waist in the hood when I pop up
I'm official, any jail that I walk in, nigga I better drop nuts, yeah
I got a chrome heart, play the beat, then I jump on my go-yard
I'm the 7-1 Murder, I gotta bust my juice, I might just pull up on the snowboards
Givenchy on my feet, elevate, Merce, they know I'm real 'cause I sold more
Percs, these broke niggas leanin' off Percs and got nothin' to show for
Hoes see they know Duffels a drug, look Lord, he hit the trip 'cause I glow more
Gang
I'm rollin' up my sleeve, I got my wrist on freeze
20 bands on the heads of all of my enemies
Yeah, yeah
Run it up, them bro niggas knockin' to me
Yeah, yeah
R.I.P. Kwan Pong Fly, I drip like peace
Yeah, yeah
Lee is all on my chain, boy, I'm super T
Put it down on this hoe, now that bitch won't leave
Yeah, yeah, run it up, them bro' niggas knock down the man
Yeah, yeah
R.I.P. Kwan Pong Fly, I drip like peace
Yeah, yuh
What's going on, [?]?
Yeah, huh, it's Dolph
Man, you already know a nigga like this
You already know we gon' run this shit
We gon' run this shit up to the ceiling, nigga
And the prison shit don't stop none, nigga yeah
Big-dog shit
Rest in peace, John Seven
Fingers out the trap, huh
Little niggas can't play with the devil, steppin' on him like a shack
You heard, steppin' on him like a frat
The pack on his way, she know to catch it
Money talker got the foreign off her forked earrings like I'm Franklan Hatchet
Scan on, we got the music turned on, listen, it's time to dispatch it
A whole brick under my mattress
You don't want me, don't let them gas it
Fuck around and get yourself shot nigga mush a nigga in his casket
I'm curving hoes, I'm a bougie nigga
She can't fade or not and she ain't waxin'
Ugh
Ghost guns for the mission I bet I touch some niggas sexual harassment
Broke friends that crossed me
They can't eat with me, I got a fastening
I'm fuckin' on a fine old hoe
She got the bag up, Angela Bassett
I got rich and I wiped me a ratchet
Moved down, Salome bought me a castle
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm rollin' up my sleeve, I got my wrist on freeze
20 bands on the heads of all of my enemies
Yeah, yeah
Run it up, them bro niggas knockin' to me
Yeah, yeah
R.I.P. Kwan Pong Fly, I drip like peace
Yeah, yeah
Lee is all on my chain, boy, I'm super T
Put it down on this hoe, now that bitch won't leave
Yeah, yeah, run it up, them bro' niggas knock down the man
Yeah, yeah
R.I.P. Kwan Pong Fly, I drip like peace
We get riches in the city
Don't let them tell you different, I got my stock up
I spit raw, bitch, raw in the window, I did got me locked up
I ran my sack up on Kermit Street
Nigga two hundred Ps in a box truck
Ain't going back and forth with you local jokers
Might got the B Bs but they not us
Drop the ice, then it rock up
Yeah, then pull the drop up
I'm 0244 Bulldog on my waist in the hood when I pop up
I'm official, any jail that I walk in, nigga I better drop nuts, yeah
I got a chrome heart, play the beat, then I jump on my go-yard
I'm the 7-1 Murder, I gotta bust my juice, I might just pull up on the snowboards
Givenchy on my feet, elevate, Merce, they know I'm real 'cause I sold more
Percs, these broke niggas leanin' off Percs and got nothin' to show for
Hoes see they know Duffels a drug, look Lord, he hit the trip 'cause I glow more
Gang
I'm rollin' up my sleeve, I got my wrist on freeze
20 bands on the heads of all of my enemies
Yeah, yeah
Run it up, them bro niggas knockin' to me
Yeah, yeah
R.I.P. Kwan Pong Fly, I drip like peace
Yeah, yeah
Lee is all on my chain, boy, I'm super T
Put it down on this hoe, now that bitch won't leave
Yeah, yeah, run it up, them bro' niggas knock down the man
Yeah, yeah
R.I.P. Kwan Pong Fly, I drip like peace
