D R I P

Man you know what it is, MBB
She just wanna fuck with the winning team
It ain't really nothing new
Trey drip, broken hearted rockstar

She know I'm the plug
Wanna do molly with me
Twenty five for a point two yes it's a fee
Young rockstar come and rock with me
What I got on me it's not for free
Shooters in the building let it pop for me
Ya I got it in whenever come and shop with me
When you rap yo shit be a mockery
When I rap everybody wanna rock with me

On our way to the club spilled the pop on me
It ain't shit but a stain no stopping me
Bitches in the back they topping T
R E Y D R I P
Young boy fly cause I took that chance
If it's money in the game put the money in yo hand
Pocket that shit till you running up the bands
And every bitch tan (Ten) like Mexicans
I will play dirty just to get that win
But I never ever ever will regret that win
Weak tryna stunt let me flex on him
Showed bro the pape he said put me hip
Moved most the load through the rest on him
Gotta double up the plays just to make a couple Ks
Gotta save a couple k just to see see yo first M
And he acting like he loyal but that is not him
I'll kill that snake for he shed that skin
Lock that door don't let them in
Only fourteen when I lost my pops
I aint know how to cope so it hurt me a lot
But I gotta get a bag cause this shit wont stop
Persevere through whatever with the goals on lock
How you want on a song but yo shit not hot
Yea yo shit not sweet so yo shit gonna flop
I don't really got time to be wasting a lot
On the road all day I be making a lot
You ain't pulling up here hit the vacant lot
I don't mean my crib when I say come shop

Dumbass
We ain't doing no house visits
Man Don't you know the rules

She know I'm the plug
Wanna do molly with me
Twenty five for a point two yes it a fee
Young rockstar come and rock with me
What I got on me it's not for free
Shooters in the building let it pop for me
Ya I got it in whenever come and shop with me
When you rap yo shit be a mockery
When I rap everybody wanna rock with me

Hit the club with the strips make it rain on the hoes
Thats a personal stack we ain't wastin the pros
Why I'm wastin a breathe to explain to a hoe
I'll save my breathe just to waste that hoe
Let her think what she think I don't pay that hoe
If the ops in the whip I a paint that hoe
Face look stressed till I move that load
Face look happy when the cash on go
used to be broke couldn't walk to the store
Now it's five star restaurants dine with the bros
Dine with a bitch living life lit
Die with a mil so I'm buried hell a rich
Iced out necklace die with a kit
He ain't see the play coming thts a quarter back blitz
Let her stay the night now she sneaking a pic
Like guess who I'm with
Oh shit that's drip

Yeah



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Writer(s): Trey Drip
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