"Dripping" lyrics
(Got it on smash)
They gotta air it out, I cannot stay in the vent
Fuck that lil' bitch, I'm not payin' her rent
I'm 'bout to buss it, just stay in the Bentley, lil' baby, I got you for tint (Ayy)
We 'bout to spray up his Benz, shooters from out of town, don't offend me
Load up the .762s and the semis, we made that powder flip just like it's Denny's
Back to back road to banker, hit the vacation, and we left his soul in Jamaica
Don't leave your ho, I'ma take her
I let it go in her make up, you know that I'm disrespectful
All of the nights that they left me neglected, I'm kickin' hoes to the curb like Beckham
Talk 'bout my brethren, now I gotta check 'em
A '62 Cutlass'll stunt like the Beckham
Wrist having flow, my big boy a cutter
We step out the fridge like some cold motherfuckers
I'm finna fuck on that bitch and then duck her
Just gotta get my nut off before I cut her
DM and smother
Tryna fuck the opps' sisters and they baby mothers
This shit can get ugly, I turn your bitch to my buddy
I'm goin' silly as putty, my wrist live from Canada
'Bout to slide on your bitch like a banister
Buy the grenade, I come out the canister
With these shots, my dawgs hit your mandem up
We pull up in them double R, '62, baby, Mercedes
We cruel whenever we pull up on niggas
It's black to black, black and I'm sprayin' the MAC
A fool whenever I pull up on niggas
We One Umbrella poppin', baby girl, you gotta come up, pull up on a G, skeet
Bunch of flooded diamonds, bunch of cuts around it, I done pull up in a three, three
Stephen Curry with the shot, I could turn around and hit that bitch anywhere
Niggas like, "Yeah, he dirty with the shot"
That's why I'm respected and I'm steppin' anywhere, nigga, lil' Tory
Yeah, damn
20K, each fuckin' pocket, swear
Six hundred fives in my shit, yeah
Wearin' hater blockers on a bitch, yeah
Feelin' like the man, yeah
Yeah, ayy, cash, I skate
Nigga gettin' racks
Made a hunnid racks
We get it, whoa
In my pockets, least a hunnid grand, yeah
Stack it up, flip it and double it, triple again, baby
Stack it up, flip it and double it, triple again, baby
Stack it up, flip it and double it, triple again, baby
Stack it up, flip it and double it, triple again, baby
Yeah, yeah
They gotta air it out, I cannot stay in the vent
Fuck that lil' bitch, I'm not payin' her rent
I'm 'bout to buss it, just stay in the Bentley, lil' baby, I got you for tint (Ayy)
We 'bout to spray up his Benz, shooters from out of town, don't offend me
Load up the .762s and the semis, we made that powder flip just like it's Denny's
Back to back road to banker, hit the vacation, and we left his soul in Jamaica
Don't leave your ho, I'ma take her
I let it go in her make up, you know that I'm disrespectful
All of the nights that they left me neglected, I'm kickin' hoes to the curb like Beckham
Talk 'bout my brethren, now I gotta check 'em
A '62 Cutlass'll stunt like the Beckham
Wrist having flow, my big boy a cutter
We step out the fridge like some cold motherfuckers
I'm finna fuck on that bitch and then duck her
Just gotta get my nut off before I cut her
DM and smother
Tryna fuck the opps' sisters and they baby mothers
This shit can get ugly, I turn your bitch to my buddy
I'm goin' silly as putty, my wrist live from Canada
'Bout to slide on your bitch like a banister
Buy the grenade, I come out the canister
With these shots, my dawgs hit your mandem up
We pull up in them double R, '62, baby, Mercedes
We cruel whenever we pull up on niggas
It's black to black, black and I'm sprayin' the MAC
A fool whenever I pull up on niggas
We One Umbrella poppin', baby girl, you gotta come up, pull up on a G, skeet
Bunch of flooded diamonds, bunch of cuts around it, I done pull up in a three, three
Stephen Curry with the shot, I could turn around and hit that bitch anywhere
Niggas like, "Yeah, he dirty with the shot"
That's why I'm respected and I'm steppin' anywhere, nigga, lil' Tory
Yeah, damn
20K, each fuckin' pocket, swear
Six hundred fives in my shit, yeah
Wearin' hater blockers on a bitch, yeah
Feelin' like the man, yeah
Yeah, ayy, cash, I skate
Nigga gettin' racks
Made a hunnid racks
We get it, whoa
In my pockets, least a hunnid grand, yeah
Stack it up, flip it and double it, triple again, baby
Stack it up, flip it and double it, triple again, baby
Stack it up, flip it and double it, triple again, baby
Stack it up, flip it and double it, triple again, baby
Yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Daystar Peterson, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin, Jackson Lomastro, Samuel Jiminez
