"Slow Drip" lyrics
Lil Crix & Kodak Black Lyrics
[Kodak Black:]
(L Beats)
I see you, bih
Yeah, when it's time to ride, you get right with it
But how much time you finna cry after that life sentence?
I run up millions, I'm on my discipline
I'ma crush a bitch, got plenty dick, and I ain't no minute man
Any bih I hit, she could have a man, but I could hit again
You pretty as shit, but fuck you, bitch, 'cause you ain't listenin'
Everywhere I go, my blanket wrapped around me
'Cause I don't want your fake-ass energy on my body
Every opp popped, every opp shot
Every opp gon' drop, spin the block 'til I feel like they forgot about me
Where I come from, we don't say thot, we say that bitch a body
You don't do nothin', go nowhere without your gun, you probably a bitch without it
Where I come from, niggas'll call you dumb, you go to college
I don't do nothin', go nowhere without my gun, but I ain't no bitch without it
I love my tooly 'cause it ain't human, we both don't like nobody
Get the fuck from 'round me, talk shit, suckin' my dick and pocket watchin'
At the same time, shout out to my glizzy
Ain't no such thing as too busy
I'm codeine sippin' like I don't need my kidney
I'm too specific, boy, who you dissin'?
In the stu' with Skip, skippin' elementary
Baby mama callin', talkin' 'bout she miss me
Bitch, don't hit me if it ain't 'bout the children
I don't care if you leave, I don't care if you stay
Love you, but I don't need you, I'm just thankful to see another day
Lately, all the so-called real niggas been actin' gay
Hit the next store with your bae, came back with matching paint
Lotta them niggas wasn't even fame, they just screamin' gang
Nigga'll sell the cheese for fame, what the hell the streets done came?
Them ain't your boys, niggas just be bored so they come to your spot
Better be careful with her heart 'fore she send a nigga your drop
And soon as I frost my wrist, niggas started movin' flake
I'm up in the morning like grits, comin' with this plate
I'ma bug out 'bout a hiss, nigga, I'll snake me a snake
If I hear me a fuck nigga diss, get dropped 'fore he drop that tape
I'm like this every day, I don't barely play
I can hear my grandma say, "Get money"
You ain't gotta be scared of me, I just be chillin', dog
My people put voodoo in my house, but I ain't runnin'
[Lil Crix:]
My people put voodoo on my body, so I'm prayed up
My mama made sure we gon' eat, so we stayed up
Nothing in the fridge and shit, but she gon' make it shake
Can't believe it, thanks to Yak, just gave her 300K
I done sold every drug in the book, her nigga sell dinner plates
I'm tryna show you a type of money that he'll never make
I had my fun with you, but, bitch, you don't listen
I'm a superstar, your baby daddy a Homer Simpson
Take a trip to Italy and learn Sicilian
I keep two bad bitches by my side and they Brazilian
I'm on the road to millions, almost on my second lap
You don't never wanna pay, you just like Mr. Krabs
These niggas'll chew a dick or two just to be relevant
I had to slow down fuckin' triggers, I'm tryna stay celibate
Like who really want some pressure, dog? Lil' bro on Broward business
I knew this shit was real, my mama gave me a gun for Christmas
I knew this shit real, my mama gave me a gun for Christmas
I'll kill your brother, kill your mama, I got a real sickness
Don't give a fuck grandpa outside, I'm killin' all the witness
I love seein' brain fragments, I got a real illness
This shit get real vicious, this shit Kutthroat Business
Auntie in tune, probably won't match, and I'm fine with that
(L Beats)
I see you, bih
Yeah, when it's time to ride, you get right with it
But how much time you finna cry after that life sentence?
I run up millions, I'm on my discipline
I'ma crush a bitch, got plenty dick, and I ain't no minute man
Any bih I hit, she could have a man, but I could hit again
You pretty as shit, but fuck you, bitch, 'cause you ain't listenin'
Everywhere I go, my blanket wrapped around me
'Cause I don't want your fake-ass energy on my body
Every opp popped, every opp shot
Every opp gon' drop, spin the block 'til I feel like they forgot about me
Where I come from, we don't say thot, we say that bitch a body
You don't do nothin', go nowhere without your gun, you probably a bitch without it
Where I come from, niggas'll call you dumb, you go to college
I don't do nothin', go nowhere without my gun, but I ain't no bitch without it
I love my tooly 'cause it ain't human, we both don't like nobody
Get the fuck from 'round me, talk shit, suckin' my dick and pocket watchin'
At the same time, shout out to my glizzy
Ain't no such thing as too busy
I'm codeine sippin' like I don't need my kidney
I'm too specific, boy, who you dissin'?
In the stu' with Skip, skippin' elementary
Baby mama callin', talkin' 'bout she miss me
Bitch, don't hit me if it ain't 'bout the children
I don't care if you leave, I don't care if you stay
Love you, but I don't need you, I'm just thankful to see another day
Lately, all the so-called real niggas been actin' gay
Hit the next store with your bae, came back with matching paint
Lotta them niggas wasn't even fame, they just screamin' gang
Nigga'll sell the cheese for fame, what the hell the streets done came?
Them ain't your boys, niggas just be bored so they come to your spot
Better be careful with her heart 'fore she send a nigga your drop
And soon as I frost my wrist, niggas started movin' flake
I'm up in the morning like grits, comin' with this plate
I'ma bug out 'bout a hiss, nigga, I'll snake me a snake
If I hear me a fuck nigga diss, get dropped 'fore he drop that tape
I'm like this every day, I don't barely play
I can hear my grandma say, "Get money"
You ain't gotta be scared of me, I just be chillin', dog
My people put voodoo in my house, but I ain't runnin'
[Lil Crix:]
My people put voodoo on my body, so I'm prayed up
My mama made sure we gon' eat, so we stayed up
Nothing in the fridge and shit, but she gon' make it shake
Can't believe it, thanks to Yak, just gave her 300K
I done sold every drug in the book, her nigga sell dinner plates
I'm tryna show you a type of money that he'll never make
I had my fun with you, but, bitch, you don't listen
I'm a superstar, your baby daddy a Homer Simpson
Take a trip to Italy and learn Sicilian
I keep two bad bitches by my side and they Brazilian
I'm on the road to millions, almost on my second lap
You don't never wanna pay, you just like Mr. Krabs
These niggas'll chew a dick or two just to be relevant
I had to slow down fuckin' triggers, I'm tryna stay celibate
Like who really want some pressure, dog? Lil' bro on Broward business
I knew this shit was real, my mama gave me a gun for Christmas
I knew this shit real, my mama gave me a gun for Christmas
I'll kill your brother, kill your mama, I got a real sickness
Don't give a fuck grandpa outside, I'm killin' all the witness
I love seein' brain fragments, I got a real illness
This shit get real vicious, this shit Kutthroat Business
Auntie in tune, probably won't match, and I'm fine with that
