Drippy lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
Real drippy right now

[Chorus]
Lil' mama got ass for days (Yeah)
And I got cash for days (Yeah)
That fake sh*t, I can't relate
Hate, I see it all over his face (Damn)
Yeah I got racks in the safe (Uh)
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' on your bae (Uh)
Never keep dope where you lay (Nah)
Keep a Draco or an AK (Yeah)
Drippy (Drippy), drippy (Drip), drippy (Drip), drippy (Swag)
Drippy (Drip), drippy (Drip), drippy (Drip), drippy (Swag)
Drippy (Drippy), drippy (Drip), drippy (Drip), drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Swag), drippy (Drip), drippy (Swag), drippy (Drip), drippy

[Verse 1]
Prometh' sippin' (Raw)
My b*tch, she gettin' tipsy (Woo)
Valentino my outfit, my b*tch, she rockin' Fendi (Drippy)
Too much ice, it might make you dizzy
Diamonds hittin' (Blaow)
Dead fresh, dig me? (Drippy)
Drippy (Drippy), drippy (Drippy)
You a peasant, you cannot come near me, huh (Uh-uh)
Heard a f*ck n*gga wanna kill me, huh
'Cause I treat his baby mama like a Frisbee, yeah
f*ck n*gga (Ayy), try again (pus*y)
You lose (Damn), I win (It's Dolph)
Shoot him in the ass again (Again)
Pray for my enemies, amen (Hah)
The realest n*gga in it, ayy, man
sh*t, this young n*gga poppin', damn
Nah, can't no n*gga stop him (Nobody)
Paper Route, we stand on top of sh*t (Yeah)
Pull up in your city, we rockin' sh*t (Yeah)
I'm in the streets where the hitters at (Yeah)
I'm in the street where the dealers at (Woo)
I'm in the section where all the bad b*tches at (Bad)
[Chorus]
Lil' mama got ass for days (Yeah)
And I got cash for days (Yeah)
That fake sh*t, I can't relate
Hate, I see it all over his face (Damn)
Yeah I got racks in the safe (Uh)
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' on your bae (Uh)
Never keep dope where you lay (Nah)
Keep a Draco or an AK (Yeah)
Drippy (Drippy), drippy (Drip), drippy (Drip), drippy (Swag)
Drippy (Drip), drippy (Drip), drippy (Drip), drippy (Swag)
Drippy (Drippy), drippy (Drip), drippy (Drip), drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Swag), drippy (Drip), drippy (Swag), drippy (Drip), drippy

[Verse 2]
I used to want a million, then I wanted ten, now I want a hundred (Swear)
All my b*tches got an onion (Onion)
Private jet out the country (Let's go)
Just to go shop and eat lunch (Lunch)
Foreign hoes, I got a bunch (A lot)
Codeine (What else?), sweet tea (What's that?)
Call that a tropical punch (Okay)
I mix the Gelato with the Lemon Tree, call that a tropical blunt
I give that green light and you done (Done)
Ayy, come here, lil' mama, where you from? (Ayy, what up?)
All of that ass, you the bomb (Bomb)
All of that ass, you the bomb (Bomb)
Now take this money, get on the plane
I need you to go get a bomb (Bomb)
I put her in Yves Saint Laurent (It's Dolph)
I put seventy thou' in my charm (For real)
I put fifty rounds in my drum
I was sellin' dope, I ain't go to prom (Damn, I wish I could've went to the prom)
But I got rich anyway, so motherf*ck the prom (f*ck the prom, man)
Drippy (Drippy), drippy (Drippy)
[Chorus]
Lil' mama got ass for days (Yeah)
And I got cash for days (Yeah)
That fake sh*t, I can't relate
Hate, I see it all over his face (Damn)
Yeah I got racks in the safe (Uh)
Yeah, I'm f*ckin' on your bae (Uh)
Never keep dope where you lay (Nah)
Keep a Draco or an AK (Yeah)
Drippy (Drippy), drippy (Drip), drippy (Drip), drippy (Swag)
Drippy (Drip), drippy (Drip), drippy (Drip), drippy (Swag)
Drippy (Drippy), drippy (Drip), drippy (Drip), drippy (Drip)
Drippy (Swag), drippy (Drip), drippy (Swag), drippy (Drip), drippy