Drip$Et

Came from the back doe
Lil joe know what I'm betting nigga 10 or 4
Money over nat hoes
Ain't gotta ask you know I'm strapped doe
I'm so eddy free jack doe

Free james til he back doe
Told that nigga when re ready
I can front him like I'm castro
Get the shhh wit the stamp doe
Know a nigga love to cook
I'm stepping on it like a frat doe
Fuck these hoes better stack doe

Niggas cracked niggas assholes
These niggas don't be feeling froggy niggas tadpoles
I'm up forreal these niggas talking bout lab stones
Huh
Got some money got some jewelry got some hate wit it
It's four letters niggas better not play wit it
Came up with different kids
Boy my niggas played different

Man hunt wit bb guns made our aim different
This what that break it down to 60 dolla eighths get you
Staying faithful to the grind this what the game get you
Run it back let it stack make the cake bigger
Hatin nigga that's gone get you to your grave quicker
Too in shape move work like two a day
In and out of rental plates getting off like interstates
Set the price boy you paying or you ain't
We don't renegotiate catch a bullet from the k
You facing time see who real and who fake
Itty got caught with that fire got whatever on his case yeah
If he get time know that boy gone be straight
Cus he as solid as they come I just pray his mom ok yeah
Everyday this shit get realer and realer
I smoke a eighth and contemplate on how to murder rhonda gene killer

Put that nigga in the bag once the beam hit in
Ain't shit to drop some cash Fuck around have the team get him

He say it's up we hoping out of the fiend rental
The streets ain't been the same niggas got too much greed in em
Still dirty working but I'm trapping in clean Denim
This for the streets til I die I'ma bleed in em

This for my hood til I die I'ma ground in it
Still posted in the yellow wit the zips and the pounds in it
Double wrap the bales cuz the troops got the hounds with em
Glock 19 and it got 30 rounds in it

I'ma drop kit at icebox that's the right move
Crushed up ice cubes prolly blow a light fuse
Was dime bagging after class after high school

I learned more from crack house than a classroom
Know I got mine out a glass pot wasn't silver spooned
My shoebox was a stash spot wasn't no nike shoes in it
Just some light blues in it and a dirty .380 praying mom don't go in it.

Came from the back doe
Lil joe know what I'm betting nigga 10 or 4
Money over nat hoes
Ain't gotta ask you know I'm strapped doe
I'm so eddy free jack doe

Free james til' he back doe
Told that nigga when re ready
I can front him like I'm castro
Get the shhh wit the stamp doe
Know a nigga love to cook
I'm steppin' on it like a frat doe
Fuck these hoes better stack doe

Niggas cracked niggas assholes
These niggas don't be feeling froggy niggas tadpoles
I'm up forreal these niggas talking bout lab stones
Huh



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Writer(s): Damon Williams
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