Drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip
She's no Prada, no problem
Red and black Converse, skip the red bottoms
She says I'm her dork in the jorts and the tie-dye
I'm the only time that she's gone for the nice guy
She looking at me like she lucky, lucky
She know that I got my 'fit from Buc-ee's, but
She says that she's never seen my style
She wants me to stick around for more than a while
My kicks are driving her wild
Not dressing to the nines, no
Only dressing for the tens
All the dirty blondes
With the Target flip flops
And all the split ends
In my seven dollar Ray-Ban's
What you gonna say, man
I know you're only hating 'cause
You ain't got my gas station drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip
You ain't got my gas station drip
Met her at an Exxon and ever since we kissed
Haven't seen a single ex on her phone
Fireworks like Mentos and Coke
Heart's 'bout to explode
Walk the aisles like a runway, runway
We don't save our Sunday best for Sunday
My babe says that she's never seen my style
She wants me to stick around for more than a while
My kicks are driving her wild
Not dressing to the nines, no
Only dressing for the tens
All the dirty blondes
With the Target flip flops
And all the split ends
In my seven dollar Ray-Ban's
What you gonna say, man
I know you're only hating 'cause
You ain't got my gas station drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip
You ain't got my gas station drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip
You ain't got my gas station drip
Drugstore designer
Tie-dye attire
Off-brand on fire
Drugstore designer
Tie-dye attire
Off-brand on fire
Not dressing to the nines, no
Only dressing for the tens
All the dirty blondes
With the Target flip flops
And all the split ends
In my seven dollar Ray-Ban's
What you gonna say, man
I know you're only hating 'cause
You ain't got my gas station drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip
You ain't got my gas station drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip
You ain't got my gas station drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip
She's no Prada, no problem
Red and black Converse, skip the red bottoms
She says I'm her dork in the jorts and the tie-dye
I'm the only time that she's gone for the nice guy
She looking at me like she lucky, lucky
She know that I got my 'fit from Buc-ee's, but
She says that she's never seen my style
She wants me to stick around for more than a while
My kicks are driving her wild
Not dressing to the nines, no
Only dressing for the tens
All the dirty blondes
With the Target flip flops
And all the split ends
In my seven dollar Ray-Ban's
What you gonna say, man
I know you're only hating 'cause
You ain't got my gas station drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip
You ain't got my gas station drip
Met her at an Exxon and ever since we kissed
Haven't seen a single ex on her phone
Fireworks like Mentos and Coke
Heart's 'bout to explode
Walk the aisles like a runway, runway
We don't save our Sunday best for Sunday
My babe says that she's never seen my style
She wants me to stick around for more than a while
My kicks are driving her wild
Not dressing to the nines, no
Only dressing for the tens
All the dirty blondes
With the Target flip flops
And all the split ends
In my seven dollar Ray-Ban's
What you gonna say, man
I know you're only hating 'cause
You ain't got my gas station drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip
You ain't got my gas station drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip
You ain't got my gas station drip
Drugstore designer
Tie-dye attire
Off-brand on fire
Drugstore designer
Tie-dye attire
Off-brand on fire
Not dressing to the nines, no
Only dressing for the tens
All the dirty blondes
With the Target flip flops
And all the split ends
In my seven dollar Ray-Ban's
What you gonna say, man
I know you're only hating 'cause
You ain't got my gas station drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip
You ain't got my gas station drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Drip, drip
You ain't got my gas station drip
Credits
Writer(s): Connor Thuotte, Autumn Marie Buysse, Grayson Lee Lane, Garrett Landon Lane
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