Drip
(Niggas they mad notice us yea they be knowing us but they can't go with us)
(I need that bag the total up u better throw it up or I ain't showing up)
(Niggas they niggas they Iso)
Look look
Niggas they mad they notice us yea they be knowing us
But you can't go with us
I need a bag the total up you better throw it up
Or I ain't showing up
My brother in pain I know what's up He finna pour it up
Dirty the soda up
Try not to complain when growing up Nigga we glowing up
They finna notice us
I got that drip drip um I got that sauce umm yeah
I got that drip drip I got that sauce umm yeah
I got that drip drip I got that sauce umm mmm
Drip drip I got that drip drip
My brother in pain My brother in pain
My brother in pain My brother in pain
They be peeping at the drip Cause a nigga sauce
They peeping at the dental Like I need to floss
I be dripping on a baddie I can get her tossed
I ain't tripping bout a op I can't take a loss
He caught body like a hobby Call that nigga moss
Wipe me down like a bug, Tryna get it off
I be getting kind of sick When I get the feeling
And imma drip on a bit Like a leaking ceiling
I don't hang around nobody Imma keep it triller
I can't lie to myself Imma keep it realer
And this drip sum light I ain't talking Miller
Neck pop like mike When he hit the thriller
Left turn went right, Oh that bit a drifter
And I can see it in his eyes He been feeling pain
Brudda said he Feeling dark And I feel the rain
Man it's two different hearts But the same pain
But I ain't tripping of that nigga Cause we gotta ball
If I'm the only one that's up Who I'm finna call
Man don't even hit my line I don't wanna talk
Man don't even hit my line I don't wanna uh
Man don't even hit my line ion wanna talk to you
Man don't even hit my um um yea look
Yea look man don't even hit my line I don't wanna um um um
Niggas they mad they notice us yea they be knowing us
But you can't go with us
I need a bag the total up you better throw it up
Or I ain't showing up
My brother in pain I know what's up He finna pour it up
Dirty the soda up
Try not to complain when growing up Nigga we glowing up
They finna notice us
I got that drip drip um I got that sauce umm yeah
I got that drip drip I got that sauce umm yeah
I got that drip drip I got that sauce umm mmm
Drip drip I got that drip drip
My brother in pain My brother in pain
My brother in pain My brother in pain
(I need that bag the total up u better throw it up or I ain't showing up)
(Niggas they niggas they Iso)
Look look
Niggas they mad they notice us yea they be knowing us
But you can't go with us
I need a bag the total up you better throw it up
Or I ain't showing up
My brother in pain I know what's up He finna pour it up
Dirty the soda up
Try not to complain when growing up Nigga we glowing up
They finna notice us
I got that drip drip um I got that sauce umm yeah
I got that drip drip I got that sauce umm yeah
I got that drip drip I got that sauce umm mmm
Drip drip I got that drip drip
My brother in pain My brother in pain
My brother in pain My brother in pain
They be peeping at the drip Cause a nigga sauce
They peeping at the dental Like I need to floss
I be dripping on a baddie I can get her tossed
I ain't tripping bout a op I can't take a loss
He caught body like a hobby Call that nigga moss
Wipe me down like a bug, Tryna get it off
I be getting kind of sick When I get the feeling
And imma drip on a bit Like a leaking ceiling
I don't hang around nobody Imma keep it triller
I can't lie to myself Imma keep it realer
And this drip sum light I ain't talking Miller
Neck pop like mike When he hit the thriller
Left turn went right, Oh that bit a drifter
And I can see it in his eyes He been feeling pain
Brudda said he Feeling dark And I feel the rain
Man it's two different hearts But the same pain
But I ain't tripping of that nigga Cause we gotta ball
If I'm the only one that's up Who I'm finna call
Man don't even hit my line I don't wanna talk
Man don't even hit my line I don't wanna uh
Man don't even hit my line ion wanna talk to you
Man don't even hit my um um yea look
Yea look man don't even hit my line I don't wanna um um um
Niggas they mad they notice us yea they be knowing us
But you can't go with us
I need a bag the total up you better throw it up
Or I ain't showing up
My brother in pain I know what's up He finna pour it up
Dirty the soda up
Try not to complain when growing up Nigga we glowing up
They finna notice us
I got that drip drip um I got that sauce umm yeah
I got that drip drip I got that sauce umm yeah
I got that drip drip I got that sauce umm mmm
Drip drip I got that drip drip
My brother in pain My brother in pain
My brother in pain My brother in pain
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Writer(s): Tamon Reddish
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