"DRIP TOO HARD" lyrics

Shit was so flames, yea baby, that's what you yelling
When you fly out into a plane to a propeller
And that white gold chain swirling in that [?]
Sending shells to they back like an Armadillo
Way way back, yea baby, I had to drip
And I stayed lay back unless we packing for trips
And that ass stay fat she popping it for a pimp
Cash stay stacked unless you gonna cop a fit
And I'm finna cop a feel she knowing that's what I like
And I'm finna pop a pill before my flight
David Copperfield disappear in the night
And I'm going Nate magic when I step up to the mic

Uh
I ain't trying to boast, when y'all ain't coming close
If you hating just remember that you're boy gets paid
And now it's adios, amigos and the hoes
We ain't cleaning up shit leave the mess for the maid
Wet from the drip, candy paint on the whip
Let the b in the wheel and the seats all sway
Sending you a shooter from the barracuda
You don't wanna get wet from this wave

Wake up, wake up, drink a ton of jack
But where we at right now I be loving that
And I love hoes like a thunder cat
You can always find me around where the troubles at
Bitch I got a ton of that, thinking you can compete with me boy you better double back
And this is evidence I'm not a specimen of mumble rap
But I can keep scoring on your woman like I'm a running back
While you hanging against the wall like you a ton of tacks
In the back of the VIP section is where we huddled at
Everything is dripping on me like I made a puddle splash
You just keep that ass popping like it's made of bubble rap
2 5ths, 4 dimes like I'm 50 bitch
Eyes bloodshot red like I'm trippy bitch
Colder then a polar bear is what they'll drip me bitch
So you either with me or against me bitch
When the buckshot spreads do not tip me bitch
I keep the piece in my hand like a hippie bitch
I'm the best this side of the Mississippi bitch
And I ain't saying it again I hope you get me bitch

Shit was so flames, yea baby, that's what you yelling
When you fly out into a plane to a propeller
And that white gold chain swirling in that [?]
Sending shells to they back like an Armadillo
Way way back, yea baby, I had to drip
And I stayed lay back unless we packing for trips
And that ass stay fat she popping it for a pimp
Cash stay stacked unless you gonna cop a fit
And I'm finna cop a feel she knowing that's what I like
And I'm finna pop a pill before my flight
David Copperfield disappear in the night
And I'm going Nate magic when I step up to the mic

Uh
I ain't trying to boast, when y'all ain't coming close
If you hating just remember that you're boy gets paid