Drip Boy Summer - Radio Edit

Issa Drip Boy Summer
Gotta run up the commas
I do it for my daddy my momma
I put on drip to go outside
They say who that youngin with that drip
He so fly I tell them I'm that guy
The girls like me but get mad When I don't reply
The hate be so real ion even know why
If it's Gucci or luie im gone buy
It's a drip boy time
Ima rockstar that shines
Yea I'm on my grind
These t pennies real girls dimes
Yea I'm flight boy that's one of a kind
My bars hard baby cause I rhyme
Ian stopping boy I'm still in my prime
Yea I'm young Yea I'm young yea
Issa Drip Boy Summer
Gotta run up the commas
I do it for my daddy my momma



Credits
Writer(s): Jaylin Brokemond, Jerry Brokemond
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