Drip (feat. D.R.C)
Drip
When I'm up in Vegas I'm hitting the strip and I'm reaching out to the pimps and the crips
Pullin out the infamous scriptures and I go martyr on em
Making em nervous and I'm only scratching the surface
When them nail-biters try to skip service I just go harder on em
If a wannabe rapper talking I slaughter on em
Thirsty chicks wanna get they fix I throw some water on em
My ink pen is my weapon I'm bout to blot on em
When the rap game turned into Gomorrah, I just went Sodom on em
Meaning I'm Blazing every mic that I comment on
I'm a kamikaze like a zombie nazi at Comic-Con
Don't try and stop it just gimme rappers to slaughter on
I'll ride around and blow up your cypher like it was Alderaan
I'm on a mission to make disciples of fishermen
Audition and commission a Holy crew of militiamen
I stay equipped on em
I flip the script on em
I catch you slipping and tripping I'm going infamous
Line em up
We gon body
Y'all are guests
This my party
Lookin at me cuz I'm changing the game
They throwing shade cuz they staying the same
Drip
Ladies and gentlemen we've arrived
From the left to the right, get them hands high move em side to side
Let the people peep how we jive
Aiming past the sky cuz we so fly
Give you my all, NO LESS
And I ain't come here to prove that I'm the best
James Brown I got the groove in my chest
And when I spit the rest of yall gon need a bulletproof vest
The way I pop off when the beat drops and I can't stop cuz the flows hot
I'm a nova like lava, got the juice like Jamba
This is King stuff, Mufasa, yall are biting like piranhas
I see no rappers just divas, Madonna
Call me the resistance John Connor
The King Kong and Godzilla I'm the monster
I'm the lightning and the thunder
Here to wreck your infrastructure, I'm the truth to you imposters
I stay hungry, yall are main course like a lobster
Come at me and it'll cost ya
Yall are candy Mike and Ike
I love Jesus but gimme the mic and I get hostile
Hit the gas we passed em up, I think I lost em
Line em up
We gon body
Y'all are guests
This my party
Lookin at me cuz I'm changing the game
They throwing shade cuz they staying the same
Drip
Line em up
We gon body
Y'all are guests
This my party
Lookin at me cuz I'm changing the game
They throwing shade cuz they staying the same
Drip
When I'm up in Vegas I'm hitting the strip and I'm reaching out to the pimps and the crips
Pullin out the infamous scriptures and I go martyr on em
Making em nervous and I'm only scratching the surface
When them nail-biters try to skip service I just go harder on em
If a wannabe rapper talking I slaughter on em
Thirsty chicks wanna get they fix I throw some water on em
My ink pen is my weapon I'm bout to blot on em
When the rap game turned into Gomorrah, I just went Sodom on em
Meaning I'm Blazing every mic that I comment on
I'm a kamikaze like a zombie nazi at Comic-Con
Don't try and stop it just gimme rappers to slaughter on
I'll ride around and blow up your cypher like it was Alderaan
I'm on a mission to make disciples of fishermen
Audition and commission a Holy crew of militiamen
I stay equipped on em
I flip the script on em
I catch you slipping and tripping I'm going infamous
Line em up
We gon body
Y'all are guests
This my party
Lookin at me cuz I'm changing the game
They throwing shade cuz they staying the same
Drip
Ladies and gentlemen we've arrived
From the left to the right, get them hands high move em side to side
Let the people peep how we jive
Aiming past the sky cuz we so fly
Give you my all, NO LESS
And I ain't come here to prove that I'm the best
James Brown I got the groove in my chest
And when I spit the rest of yall gon need a bulletproof vest
The way I pop off when the beat drops and I can't stop cuz the flows hot
I'm a nova like lava, got the juice like Jamba
This is King stuff, Mufasa, yall are biting like piranhas
I see no rappers just divas, Madonna
Call me the resistance John Connor
The King Kong and Godzilla I'm the monster
I'm the lightning and the thunder
Here to wreck your infrastructure, I'm the truth to you imposters
I stay hungry, yall are main course like a lobster
Come at me and it'll cost ya
Yall are candy Mike and Ike
I love Jesus but gimme the mic and I get hostile
Hit the gas we passed em up, I think I lost em
Line em up
We gon body
Y'all are guests
This my party
Lookin at me cuz I'm changing the game
They throwing shade cuz they staying the same
Drip
Line em up
We gon body
Y'all are guests
This my party
Lookin at me cuz I'm changing the game
They throwing shade cuz they staying the same
Drip
Credits
Writer(s): Markus Marquez
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