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Nigga it's Drippin
You know I turn up for the chicken
Play tough and I bet he go missing
I'm on a mission
Me and my niggas be spittin
For cous Ima show you a smiffin
You better listen
Try me I'm likely to grip it
And let off the clip to ya biscuit
Roll up the gas cous off the Henny let's get it
We turn up and then we forget it gang

Run up and get hit by the niggas that's right in the back of me
I got some niggas and they lookin after me
These niggas ass that's why they jackin me
Drippin let's work that's what they askin me
Coming around cous I got that cash on me
Ops don't slide when I got the bag on me
Drippin is cold but nobody catching me
I'm off the uh like where is the gravity

Oh he got gas? yeah lemme see that
Oh this some loud? yeah we gon need that
Roll up the blunt then I put the seat back
Nigga shut up I don't need no feedback
Bro hit a lick.brought me like three packs
We up on the score fuck is a rematch?
He think he safe we know where he be at
That nigga sweet yeah we can see that

Look run up get done up like where is ya heat at
I'm in Miami bitch I'm where the heat at
Play in that water get drowned like a tea bag pause
I know niggas up that blick even if they got no cause
And you better take that loss before they

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Credits
Writer(s): Donivan Tucker
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