Drip lyrics

by

Rob Vicious


[Intro]
On my wrist, diamonds on my fist, ayy ayy
Damn
b*tch I'm-
Gang, gang
All that motherf*ckin'-
Go Grizz

[Chorus]
Diamonds on my wrist, diamonds on my fist
Gucci kicks, just to match the drip
Who you think you f*ckin' with? (Ayy)
We got hunnid clips (Brrah!)
I got a hunnid Crips (Crips!)
I got a hunnid Bloods, be on some other sh*t (Gang!)
Shorty suckin' di*k (di*k!) and his f*ckin' b*tch
Man, I love this sh*t, who you f*ckin' with?
Ho, we run this sh*t, who got all the drip? (Drip)
We got all the juice, we got all the sip (Ayy)

[Verse]
Count a hunnid racks, that's a lot of chips
And b*tch, I gotta stack, that's on my momma, n*gga
Who got all the gas? Let's go rob a n*gga
I ain't givin' passes, that's some gotti, n*gga
Say you got them packs, sh*t, I want all of them
Man, where the hotties at? My homies callin' em'
I don't want one (no!)
I want all of them
And if this sh*t ain't Nun Major, I'm a baller then
n*ggas hatin' on me but my money taller than them
Finna talkin' to his b*tch and now I'm fallin' in
I'm with Master K, that's my baller twin (Ayy)
And if we ain't big ballin, what you callin it
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