Drippin'
Bitch
(Ocean)
Fuego
Wata Walt
Walt pass me the blunt
I got you homie
Straight kush, it's ova for you
Bitch, Bow Bow Bow Bow Bow
It's D and Wata Walt on the beat
When you see us, we gon' be drippin in the streets in the heat
while you're in your room beatin' up your meat
Going 10 rounds with Muhammad Ali
Bitch we drippin, we not tryna keep it neat
Mostly do it for the green, but always do it for the team
Always making sure all the homies eat
But we not done yet
Tired of all you pussy ass niggas tryna (?)
Better make that guap so you can send in all your best
Cause me and Wata Walt bout to take a trip to the vet
Had to collab with my nigga
Only with the day ones
Bout to open up this vault
We know you hoes mad, but try to tone down on the salt
Cause it really ain't my fault
We never been about gettin' caught
Tried to buy that bitch, but she was already bought
All my niggas just tryna ball (hoe)
Bitch, i'm drippin' (drip)
Bitch, i'm drippin' (drip)
Bitch, i'm drippin' (drip)
Bitch, Kung Fu Kenny (ah)
Bitch, i'm drippin (drip)
Bitch, i'm drippin (drip)
Hoe (drip)
Luke Boy Remy (ahh, ahh, ahh)
It's me and Fuego on the beat
Spittin' heat, all these rappers sound weak
My boys on fleek, this a sneak peek
We have yet to reach a peak
These rappers can't compete
I'm the realest in the fleet
Yeah, you know i'm drippin'
You know i'm sippin'
Why these girls always be trippin'
I'm bout to end y'all career
I gotta say better luck next year
Catch me on the football field (yeah)
When i'm runnin' catch you in my rear view mirror
I'm the hardest Walt y'all shouldn't even be here
But I stay on my grind, till it's my time to shine
I only talk to dimes, y'all hella fine
But I waste my time, y'all always on my mind
This rap game all mine (yeah)
Ohh we killed that
Hell yeah Wata Walt, these niggas wasn't ready
Nah they weren't, bouta hit em wit it
Bow Bow Bow Bow Bow
RIP to you niggas
Gang
Bitch, i'm drippin' (drip)
Bitch, i'm drippin' (drip)
Bitch, i'm drippin' (drip)
Bitch, Kung Fu Kenny (ah)
Bitch, i'm drippin (drip)
Bitch, i'm drippin (drip)
Hoe (drip)
Luke Boy Remy (ahh, ahh, ahh)
Bow Bow Bow Bow Bow
Hoe
You hoes mad, but try to tone down on the salt
Cause it really ain't my fault
We never been about gettin' caught
Tried to buy that bitch, but she was already bought
(Ocean)
Fuego
Wata Walt
Walt pass me the blunt
I got you homie
Straight kush, it's ova for you
Bitch, Bow Bow Bow Bow Bow
It's D and Wata Walt on the beat
When you see us, we gon' be drippin in the streets in the heat
while you're in your room beatin' up your meat
Going 10 rounds with Muhammad Ali
Bitch we drippin, we not tryna keep it neat
Mostly do it for the green, but always do it for the team
Always making sure all the homies eat
But we not done yet
Tired of all you pussy ass niggas tryna (?)
Better make that guap so you can send in all your best
Cause me and Wata Walt bout to take a trip to the vet
Had to collab with my nigga
Only with the day ones
Bout to open up this vault
We know you hoes mad, but try to tone down on the salt
Cause it really ain't my fault
We never been about gettin' caught
Tried to buy that bitch, but she was already bought
All my niggas just tryna ball (hoe)
Bitch, i'm drippin' (drip)
Bitch, i'm drippin' (drip)
Bitch, i'm drippin' (drip)
Bitch, Kung Fu Kenny (ah)
Bitch, i'm drippin (drip)
Bitch, i'm drippin (drip)
Hoe (drip)
Luke Boy Remy (ahh, ahh, ahh)
It's me and Fuego on the beat
Spittin' heat, all these rappers sound weak
My boys on fleek, this a sneak peek
We have yet to reach a peak
These rappers can't compete
I'm the realest in the fleet
Yeah, you know i'm drippin'
You know i'm sippin'
Why these girls always be trippin'
I'm bout to end y'all career
I gotta say better luck next year
Catch me on the football field (yeah)
When i'm runnin' catch you in my rear view mirror
I'm the hardest Walt y'all shouldn't even be here
But I stay on my grind, till it's my time to shine
I only talk to dimes, y'all hella fine
But I waste my time, y'all always on my mind
This rap game all mine (yeah)
Ohh we killed that
Hell yeah Wata Walt, these niggas wasn't ready
Nah they weren't, bouta hit em wit it
Bow Bow Bow Bow Bow
RIP to you niggas
Gang
Bitch, i'm drippin' (drip)
Bitch, i'm drippin' (drip)
Bitch, i'm drippin' (drip)
Bitch, Kung Fu Kenny (ah)
Bitch, i'm drippin (drip)
Bitch, i'm drippin (drip)
Hoe (drip)
Luke Boy Remy (ahh, ahh, ahh)
Bow Bow Bow Bow Bow
Hoe
You hoes mad, but try to tone down on the salt
Cause it really ain't my fault
We never been about gettin' caught
Tried to buy that bitch, but she was already bought
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Brown, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Jason Critchlow, Andrew Gradwohl
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