Drip & Drank
Uh, Crook
Here we go again Choko (ay)
Here we go again with this shit
I love getting money
Can't be broke and bummy
Yeah I want the best
Expect nothing less
Organic, I'm fresh
Thank God I'm blessed
Flexin' on haters
Like I'm Jonah Hex
Sleeping on me
That's a move you'll regret
They pray that I fail
But it ain't happened yet
I'm young black and winning
Got 'em in they feelings
All my haters
And the racists upset (you mad?)
The homies thuggin', always throwin' up sets
AR for the Plex
Mo' stripes than a vet
I'm a beast, bitch
Indominus rex
No competition
Boys ain't even a threat
'Cause I got the drip, I got the drank
I like to sip and puff on the dank
I like to pull up with candy on paint
Looking like money and smelling like bank
I cannot lie, I'm feeling myself
She feeling me too, she calling me boo
I tell her to shoo 'cause all of that ass
Obstructing my view, I've got shit to do
Motivated by bluefaces, ain't never trippin'
No suit cases, blowing old money
In new places
Drippin' from my head to my shoelaces
Nigga can't see me, need to do lasik
JP Morgan, money gotta chase it
Mayne errybody got two faces
Don't trust these niggas
No new faces
No new friends
Just blue paper
No poppin' percis
Just pine and papers
I'm in the valley
Living by the Lakers
Young, black, and savage
Like an Oakland Raider
I love myself
Fuck doing favours
If I drop my ego
It'll leave a crater
Neapolitan
I'm kickin' flavor
I'm on my grind
We can kick it later
I'm drippin' sauce
Texas barbecue
I'm humble
But flexing on all of you
While you making plans
With no follow through
I'm shooting my shot
Peep the follow through
Chasing money
Like I'm running late
I'm super fly
I don't need a cape
Talented wealthy
And plus I'm handsome
The cat come to me
I don't have to chase
'Cause I got the drip, I got the drank
I like to sip and puff on the dank
I like to pull up with candy on paint
Looking like money and smelling like bank
I cannot lie, I'm feeling myself
She feeling me too, she calling me boo
I tell her to shoo 'cause all of that ass
Obstructing my view, I've got shit to do
Motivated by bluefaces, ain't never trippin'
No suit cases, blowing old money
In new places
Drippin' from my head to my shoelaces
Nigga can't see me, need to do lasik
JP Morgan, money gotta chase it
Mayne errybody got two faces
Don't trust these niggas
No new faces
Here we go again Choko (ay)
Here we go again with this shit
I love getting money
Can't be broke and bummy
Yeah I want the best
Expect nothing less
Organic, I'm fresh
Thank God I'm blessed
Flexin' on haters
Like I'm Jonah Hex
Sleeping on me
That's a move you'll regret
They pray that I fail
But it ain't happened yet
I'm young black and winning
Got 'em in they feelings
All my haters
And the racists upset (you mad?)
The homies thuggin', always throwin' up sets
AR for the Plex
Mo' stripes than a vet
I'm a beast, bitch
Indominus rex
No competition
Boys ain't even a threat
'Cause I got the drip, I got the drank
I like to sip and puff on the dank
I like to pull up with candy on paint
Looking like money and smelling like bank
I cannot lie, I'm feeling myself
She feeling me too, she calling me boo
I tell her to shoo 'cause all of that ass
Obstructing my view, I've got shit to do
Motivated by bluefaces, ain't never trippin'
No suit cases, blowing old money
In new places
Drippin' from my head to my shoelaces
Nigga can't see me, need to do lasik
JP Morgan, money gotta chase it
Mayne errybody got two faces
Don't trust these niggas
No new faces
No new friends
Just blue paper
No poppin' percis
Just pine and papers
I'm in the valley
Living by the Lakers
Young, black, and savage
Like an Oakland Raider
I love myself
Fuck doing favours
If I drop my ego
It'll leave a crater
Neapolitan
I'm kickin' flavor
I'm on my grind
We can kick it later
I'm drippin' sauce
Texas barbecue
I'm humble
But flexing on all of you
While you making plans
With no follow through
I'm shooting my shot
Peep the follow through
Chasing money
Like I'm running late
I'm super fly
I don't need a cape
Talented wealthy
And plus I'm handsome
The cat come to me
I don't have to chase
'Cause I got the drip, I got the drank
I like to sip and puff on the dank
I like to pull up with candy on paint
Looking like money and smelling like bank
I cannot lie, I'm feeling myself
She feeling me too, she calling me boo
I tell her to shoo 'cause all of that ass
Obstructing my view, I've got shit to do
Motivated by bluefaces, ain't never trippin'
No suit cases, blowing old money
In new places
Drippin' from my head to my shoelaces
Nigga can't see me, need to do lasik
JP Morgan, money gotta chase it
Mayne errybody got two faces
Don't trust these niggas
No new faces
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Writer(s): Chaudwick Dingus-williams
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