Drippy In a Maybach

(Grah)
(Grah, grah, grah-grah boom)
(Gang gang gang)
(Grah-grah)
Some shit for the soul you feel me?
Uh, yeah
Drippy
In a Maybach, counting 8 racks
Doing 200 on a speeding race track
Brodie ain't you the one who was with me way back?
Opp got popped found work in his pants so you know I'm taking that
Bro heard Yung Drippy Dri on the track so you know he played it back
Two-tone bustdown AP wrist cost more than 80 racks
Playing 80 Mac
Beating up the pack
I could never lack

Drippy on the track
And she threw it back
And she made it clap
And I'm counting racks
And I keep a grip
On my hip
Nigga you don't trip
Nigga you a bitch
Pockets they blue Lilo Stich
I ball hard like Jay Critch, nigga, Shoot like Money Mitch, nigga

Drippy
In a Maybach, counting 8 racks
Doing 200 on a speeding race track
Brodie ain't you the one who was with me way back?
Opp got popped found work in his pants so you know I'm taking that
Bro heard Yung Drippy Dri on the track so you know he played it back
Two-tone bustdown AP wrist cost more than 80 racks
Playing 80 Mac
Beating up the pack
I could never lack



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Nkwantah
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