Dripp Outt

SS fucking your bitch on the west end
Red light hit the gas keep you guessing
Slim thick slam your bitch on my front end
Big tits turn your bitch my best friend

Come with the stick and we running fools
living it up in the swimming pools (drank)
Breaking the laws we don't follow rules
Smoke on the dope we don't fuck with Juuls
Looking for gems yeah we hunting jewels
Building the kingdom we come with tools
Keeping it small I don't fuck with crews
Come with the gat when I pick and choose

Tired and hungry for better things
Playing big and getting bigger rings
Strip clubs throwing diamond rings
King Kong how I'm stealing queens
Black jack how I'm killing kings
Too big for the little things
Bee hive with the killer sting
And I ain't been asking for shit

Tell your mans get off my dick
Why you be all in my shit
Got your bitch right on my dick
Moaning and riding the shit
Running trains with the clique
Hear your screams from a click
They'll know I gave you the dick
When you walk with a limp

Dripp Outt
Fucking your bitch take my tip out
Down south
Real shit bout to gonna go down

No joke
Gag the bitch talking all smoke
Long rope
Tie the bitch to the totem pole

I ain't ever seen two pretty best friends
Am I capping?

Fuck her friend
Take the mask off
Look back
Put the mask on
Raw dog
Take the cap off
Hard shit
Pull the glock out
Raw shit
Take the top off
Off road
Sinking deep muds
Too gone
Talking mad buds
Good shit
Smoking fat blunts
Bag lunch
You a sad bunch
Gold chain
Getting dripped out
Green hills
For the rip off
Too long
For the tip off
She good
Suck the skin off
They know
That I smash hoes
Too hot
Like tabasco
Too dripped
And I got snow

I'm fresher than fresh
Fucking your bitch and I'm leaving a dent
I'm fresher than death
Chose by the gods I'm so heaven sent
All hail the almighty
Pull out the clip and I keep it on sight G
I'm fucking her right cheek
I'm letting you know we fucking its high key



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Writer(s): Dylan Keoni Cabe
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