Drip Talk

Niggas, they thought it was sweet
Keep that pocket rock under the seat
At the game, touch the floor when I seat
Off that drank and I'm swerving the streets
I'ma get it rain, snow, or the sleet
Niggas talking real tough in the tweets
Then they back up and wanna delete
Yeah

Drip talk
Nigga, I'm the top dog
I could get you knocked off
On my wave, hop off
Nigga, I'ma spark it right before you get yo' shot off
Nigga, it's my fault
I catch a breeze when I take the top off
Come get the drop off
Better fuck with me before I pop off

Nigga, I'm eating too good
Eating that salmon up just like its chips
Nigga, I'm getting that cheese
Getting that green like artichoke dip
NFL, making them plays
Make the bag tumble roll just like a flip
You want the secret ingredient
Want my attention, it's all in the hips
You gotta dip baby
When I walk up in the party yo' man gotta dip baby
I'm in yo' phone saved as potty cause I am the shit baby
I want my hunnids, the blues, R.I.P. Nip baby
Me and bro, we gon' slide back to back
They don't want none of this smoke, it's the thrax
They don't wan' box with a nigga, I'm pack
Too many things to do, you cannot fill my shoes
Step in them shits and they loose cause I'm Shaq
I keep a hammer, so you call me jack
Call me Steve Jack cause I stay with a stack
Wearing all black cause that shit never crack
I sneak up from the back, now you under attack
Run yo' pockets like track

Niggas, they thought it was sweet
Keep that pocket rock under the seat
At the game, touch the floor when I seat
Off that drank and I'm swerving the streets
I'ma get it rain, snow, or the sleet
Niggas talking real tough in the tweets
Then they back up and wanna delete
Yeah

Drip talk
Nigga, I'm the top dog
I could get you knocked off
On my wave, hop off
Nigga, I'ma spark it right before you get yo' shot off
Nigga, it's my fault
I catch a breeze when I take the top off
Come get the drop off
Better fuck with me before I pop off



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Writer(s): Camaran Parker
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