Shiiittt
Heard the beat and put this bitch on ain't even have to practice shit
It's Drippa bitch I work my wrist adding up like a calculus
Oooww bitch I'm to lit they sleep on me like I'm some mattresses
Bitch I only inhale the finest they sealed and packaged it
And lately I been feeling like Tony
Blrrrd that bitch on
In case they try to come threw the window and run up on me
And nigga's swear they hunnit but knock off nigga's to phony
Give no fucks about no friend suck my dick I'm dying on my lonely
These hoes be always nagging, be wondering why I just don't act right
I know my mama disappointed cause I'm addicted to this fast life
I been getting my pape on the low and staying up out of sight
Tryna keep up wit me just give it up it ain't even worth the try
And lately I been sippin Rose like its juice yeah
Dripp dat muthafucka thats one wrist working ass fool yeah
Smoking Refine Taste it got me high just like the moon yeah
Dripp be always dripping bring a mop, dust pan and broom yeah
I got dat shit on and bet not nan nigga touch me
We gone shhh shhh
Don't get turn to a dutchie
Vvs on my neck wet like a baby rubber ducky
She ever fuck wit me then best believe dat that hoe suck me
Fuck whoever don't feel me lately yeah I been on demon mode
Wrist activity my nigga yeah blues to big to fold
Pain and trauma from the streets hell yeah it left a nigga cold
A nigga owe me pape wish him the best cause bitch its on the flo
Flex up flex up
Aye look I got my flex up
Its just business nothing personal right everybody getting finessed bra
If it ain't bout no pape move around wit all that stress cuz
And stop all that yapping cause I done heard that lil neck weak love
When I hit the club I'm in the cut wit a mean mug
I peep the hate in niggas eyes they be thinking shit green bra
These hoes be tryna eat my wood of my smell n demeanor
And ever since I touched a bag got the big head like Gina
The vv's on my neck they causing disaster Katrina
You calling I know you ain't gwap then I silence the ringer
Smoking za break that shit down roll a blunt size a finger
Applying pressure bitch I'm on point like the tip a bee stinger
It's Drippa bitch I work my wrist adding up like a calculus
Oooww bitch I'm to lit they sleep on me like I'm some mattresses
Bitch I only inhale the finest they sealed and packaged it
And lately I been feeling like Tony
Blrrrd that bitch on
In case they try to come threw the window and run up on me
And nigga's swear they hunnit but knock off nigga's to phony
Give no fucks about no friend suck my dick I'm dying on my lonely
These hoes be always nagging, be wondering why I just don't act right
I know my mama disappointed cause I'm addicted to this fast life
I been getting my pape on the low and staying up out of sight
Tryna keep up wit me just give it up it ain't even worth the try
And lately I been sippin Rose like its juice yeah
Dripp dat muthafucka thats one wrist working ass fool yeah
Smoking Refine Taste it got me high just like the moon yeah
Dripp be always dripping bring a mop, dust pan and broom yeah
I got dat shit on and bet not nan nigga touch me
We gone shhh shhh
Don't get turn to a dutchie
Vvs on my neck wet like a baby rubber ducky
She ever fuck wit me then best believe dat that hoe suck me
Fuck whoever don't feel me lately yeah I been on demon mode
Wrist activity my nigga yeah blues to big to fold
Pain and trauma from the streets hell yeah it left a nigga cold
A nigga owe me pape wish him the best cause bitch its on the flo
Flex up flex up
Aye look I got my flex up
Its just business nothing personal right everybody getting finessed bra
If it ain't bout no pape move around wit all that stress cuz
And stop all that yapping cause I done heard that lil neck weak love
When I hit the club I'm in the cut wit a mean mug
I peep the hate in niggas eyes they be thinking shit green bra
These hoes be tryna eat my wood of my smell n demeanor
And ever since I touched a bag got the big head like Gina
The vv's on my neck they causing disaster Katrina
You calling I know you ain't gwap then I silence the ringer
Smoking za break that shit down roll a blunt size a finger
Applying pressure bitch I'm on point like the tip a bee stinger
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Writer(s): Antonio Mcneezer
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