Faucet

Look
I came to do what it do
So what you tryna prove
Stepping to who
Niggas they know I'm the truth
Hit when I come in the booth
Making mooves
From the top is my view
Getting too high for the blues
You Win I lose huh
But I don't L's so that mean you missing some screws

Grip it, flip it, rip it, toss it
I'm the man when I walk in
Tell ya chick to get up off it
Poppin, bossing, dripping, faucet
From the bottom we all win
Check the stats man I'm ballin

We are not one in the same
She loving and giving me brain
But don't know ya name
Nigga I pop where you can't
Throw me the oop and I bang
Fuck is you saying
Naw it's really a shame
You claim that you ball with no game
I drip but you stain
Got shawties in every terrain
Down her throat like a dra, dra, drain

Grip it, flip it, rip it, toss it
I'm the man when I walk in
Tell ya chick to get up off it
Poppin, bossing, dripping, faucet
From the bottom we all win
Check the stats man I'm ballin

They kissing and showing me love
But you the one begging for hugs, oh no
Ya rent when I walk in the club
But I heard y'all went half on a dub, oh no
Vibing and cutting a rug
The bitches be fuckin it up, yeah woah
Shots they throwing 'em up
So fuck it just pass me the blunt, yeah woah

Grip it, flip it, rip it, toss it
I'm the man when I walk in
Tell ya chick to get up off it
Poppin, bossing, dripping, faucet
From the bottom we all win
Check the stats man I'm ballin

You in her dms I'm in her guts
You poppin xans, I pop I'm clutch
You ball today I ball too much
It's really no comp, you in the dust
See I been ill since a pup
Hearing my name you know wasup
Think that's ya lady she ran into us
Saw her phone ringing, but ain't pick it up

Grip it, flip it, rip it, toss it
I'm the man when I walk in
Tell ya chick to get up off it
Poppin, bossing, dripping, faucet
From the bottom we all win
Check the stats man I'm ballin



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Writer(s): Ronald Thomas
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