Drip (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Yung Joc]
Calm down, bow down, draw down, fire rounds
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip...

[Verse 1: Yung Joc]
Leave a hater drippin like a muthaf*ckin faucet
Let it ride sideways, and bust my tool offset
Leave these suckas leakin like a hole in a boat
Then I turn them to a cancer patient, holes in they throat
Toss his body off the boat, let 'em float off shore
Before he hit the bottom, I be chillin' on the golf course
I guess you call that hole in one
Catch 'em at the daycare, I kill 'em holdin' his son
It's like a horror movie, catch it at the cinema
Plug 'em like an enema, he drippin like chlamydia
I see you administer IV's, I be to sinister
Get rid of 'em, diminish 'em
Sit 'em in front of the ministers
So I suggest you watch your words like a teleprompter
I got hella choppas like folks that's in helicopters
Pop 'em, Orville Redenbacher when the straps out
n*gga sees his chest drippin, watch that pus*y pass out

[Chorus: Yung Joc]
Calm down, bow down, draw down, fire rounds
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip...
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Suwoo to the beehive, strapped like T.I
I keep that b*tch on me, like "The Book of Eli"
I just shoot 'em all, so I don't have to decide
Split your body up, they gotta bury your ass three times
Run up in your house, leave your brains on the couch
Shoot up everything, f*ck is aimin about?
Empty that clip, then that b*tch slide out
Continue that procedure till them pus*y's dried out
I'm a east side gangster, I ain't never been a buster
Nina is a cold black b*tch, but I trust her
I don't need a psychic to tell me I'm a hustler
Cause b*tch, I'm all about my paper, like Usher

[Chorus: Yung Joc]
Calm down, bow down, draw down, fire rounds
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip...

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I got guns like I want it
Assassin like 100, but this ain't no f*ckin movie so you pussies don't want it
Have you sick to your stomach like a rollercoaster would
I'mma tell you this, this adventures of the hood
All bull sh*t to the side n*gga, I'll blow your ass off
Young n*gga sh*t, I do it with my mask off
Crack's dumb as sh*t, yea I'll f*ck around and crash ya'll
Rich n*gga sh*t, be the first n*gga to run out
Once I bring them guns around, everything change
pus*y ass n*ggas start actin so lame like
"I don't want no problem, I won't look at ya chain
I won't talkin bout ya dog, I don't even know ya name"
Call me c*cky, back in the day, I'm Mr. Rubberband
Mr. cook it out the frame, true
And you? Mr. You-should-be-ashamed
And disrespected a G, you'll be Mr. Leakin-out-ya-brains
[Chorus: Yung Joc]
Calm down, bow down, draw down, fire rounds
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip...