MFG
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, huh
Ahhh
Yeah, you can't rock my drip, yeah
Marithé François Girbaud, yeah
You can't fuck that bitch, yeah
Cause that bitch love me the most, yeah
Damn she love my drip, yeah
She gonna bust off her clothes, yeah
You can't rock my drip, yeah
Marithé François Girbaud yeah, yeah
Va-Vacheron on my wrist, yeah
Girbaud Jeans make her heart stop (ahh)
Put 100 for my wrist watch
You can't flex that Rollie cause it tick, tock
Diamond choker got the grips locked
VV's flooded, need a big mop
I gotta baddie, she sucking and fucking
So tell your lame bitch she can kick rocks
Wear Rick Owen's when I go to sleep (yeah)
That bitch ride me like a rotary (what)
Damn that boy talking over me
While I bust up in his bitch ovaries
Patek fac' set nautilus
From a factory you ain't heard of, yeah (ticking)
Take your bitch back I'll return her (yeah)
But keep her lowkey in my burner I'm like (what)
D-Diamonds all on my chain, yeah
Diamonds all on my fist, yeah (boo-boo-boo-boo)
Damn that boy a little pissed, yeah
Cause he ain't got my whip (uh)
Yeah no he ain't got my bitch (what)
Yeah no he ain't got my swag (I'm like)
I don't even gotta flex, yeah
You still can't rock my drip (I'm like yeah)
I got a bad bitch she suck on the WOAH
Damn that bitch in love with the mother fucking pole
I-I pour the act' got me acting real slow
When I walk in this bitch, yeah they all hit the woah (what, woah)
Yeah I know, yeah, your bitch she is a hoe, yeah
But you don't know, yeah, she flashing her tits at my show, yeah let's go
Yeah, you can't rock my drip, yeah
Marithé François Girbaud, yeah
You can't fuck that bitch, yeah
Cause that bitch love me the most, yeah
Damn she love my drip, yeah
She gonna bust off her clothes, yeah
You can't rock my drip, yeah
Marithé François Girbaud yeah, yeah
Yeah, you can't rock my drip
Yeah, my name is Drippy Dior, yeah
I just fucked your bitch, yeah
You know that bitch she a hoe, yeah
On-On my fucking shit, yeah
Rocking that SOON out the tour, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Rock-Rocking that SOON out the tour
That bitch she suck on my dick
In the back of the whip while she grab on my stick (yeah)
Then ima shift out the whip
Pulling up on your bitch, just got lip then I dipped (yeah)
Now she want more, but they call her a whore
So I'm off it, come pick up your bitch
Suppress the tip
Gon' let it hit, bullets they rain from my choppa'
Gon' let that shit spit
Huh, huh, huh
Ahhh
Yeah, you can't rock my drip, yeah
Marithé François Girbaud, yeah
You can't fuck that bitch, yeah
Cause that bitch love me the most, yeah
Damn she love my drip, yeah
She gonna bust off her clothes, yeah
You can't rock my drip, yeah
Marithé François Girbaud yeah, yeah
Va-Vacheron on my wrist, yeah
Girbaud Jeans make her heart stop (ahh)
Put 100 for my wrist watch
You can't flex that Rollie cause it tick, tock
Diamond choker got the grips locked
VV's flooded, need a big mop
I gotta baddie, she sucking and fucking
So tell your lame bitch she can kick rocks
Wear Rick Owen's when I go to sleep (yeah)
That bitch ride me like a rotary (what)
Damn that boy talking over me
While I bust up in his bitch ovaries
Patek fac' set nautilus
From a factory you ain't heard of, yeah (ticking)
Take your bitch back I'll return her (yeah)
But keep her lowkey in my burner I'm like (what)
D-Diamonds all on my chain, yeah
Diamonds all on my fist, yeah (boo-boo-boo-boo)
Damn that boy a little pissed, yeah
Cause he ain't got my whip (uh)
Yeah no he ain't got my bitch (what)
Yeah no he ain't got my swag (I'm like)
I don't even gotta flex, yeah
You still can't rock my drip (I'm like yeah)
I got a bad bitch she suck on the WOAH
Damn that bitch in love with the mother fucking pole
I-I pour the act' got me acting real slow
When I walk in this bitch, yeah they all hit the woah (what, woah)
Yeah I know, yeah, your bitch she is a hoe, yeah
But you don't know, yeah, she flashing her tits at my show, yeah let's go
Yeah, you can't rock my drip, yeah
Marithé François Girbaud, yeah
You can't fuck that bitch, yeah
Cause that bitch love me the most, yeah
Damn she love my drip, yeah
She gonna bust off her clothes, yeah
You can't rock my drip, yeah
Marithé François Girbaud yeah, yeah
Yeah, you can't rock my drip
Yeah, my name is Drippy Dior, yeah
I just fucked your bitch, yeah
You know that bitch she a hoe, yeah
On-On my fucking shit, yeah
Rocking that SOON out the tour, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Rock-Rocking that SOON out the tour
That bitch she suck on my dick
In the back of the whip while she grab on my stick (yeah)
Then ima shift out the whip
Pulling up on your bitch, just got lip then I dipped (yeah)
Now she want more, but they call her a whore
So I'm off it, come pick up your bitch
Suppress the tip
Gon' let it hit, bullets they rain from my choppa'
Gon' let that shit spit
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Portscher, Andrew Portscher
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