Dripple Dragons lyrics

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
I throw a bag at your ass if you a hustler
I show some love, I get some extras to the customers
n*gga tried to run with that pack, we gon’ punish him
And I got some n*ggas in the V, they in Huntington
And I got a couple of young n*ggas like to shoot sh*t
What type of n*gga will pull up with it but won’t do sh*t?
n*gga catch a bullet to the head for those loose lips
Make a hundred thousand of rappin’, I ain’t average
I can’t have my n*gga Boom around cause he a savage
And I put the switch on the Glock, it’s automatic
I tear a n*gga block down, b*tch, and some
Ever seen a n*gga spit a 100 out a handgun
I be steppin’ on these n*ggas and I walk light
I get you knocked off on your off night
n*gga tried to rock me to sleep, he got put to sleep
I'm talkin’ ambulance, yellow tape, white sheets
n*ggas know what type of smoke come behind me
Me and my n*ggas high as hell, we like zombies
I pop another, heard the opps can’t find me
You are repressed, big Whoop come remind me
The last thing my n*ggas fought was a body
Out a blue big Benz, ask Barry
f*ckin’ all you n*ggas hoes, Mike Larry
Whoop my n*gga, turn to hoes, Tyler Perry
[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Last thing that I fought was my mans, huh
Dumbass forgot I had hands, huh
Last thing I thought about was some bands, huh
First thing I went and bought was a mag, huh
Lil’ blood, gon’ shoot for me, you know he more than down
I got people in the V, I’m talkin’ Morgan Town
I seen an opp turn my fifty to a forty round
And then a thirty round, committin’ murder now
I had a chopper lit, burn your brib up
f*ckin’ yo baby mama, wake the kids up
Sock a n*gga in his stomach, get his ribs crushed
Used to bully n*ggas up in school, made ‘em skip lunch
I wouldn’t let a pus*y n*gga eat nuttin’
Put the chops down and then I beat ‘em up
A1, top-side , got the street jumpin’
We ain’t never gotta swipe sh*t ‘cause we keep money
I grab the nine on ‘em, tell ‘em keep the hundred
Get up on ‘em close range, leave a n*gga bloody
Lil’ b*tch give the best brain, she don’t even study
I got what you want, what you need, leave both [?]
Got the strap on me, need no buddies
f*ck yo lean, b*tch, me mo’ muddy
On the road be dolla, me, ski, both thuggin’
Yo b*tch got a bloody nose, she sniff the fent'
If I don't move all my 'bows, I'll pitch a b*tch
Yo hoe addicted to the stick, can’t quit the di*k
I’m shooting all the extras off rip, when I flip the clip
I’m MJ in the play-offs, can’t miss the shift
Ten milli and a four-five on my hip equipped
Dang-a-lang on her coochie thang, dip in her mix
Jang-a-lang with the junkie gang, percs in her grits
Birthdays off work plays, twerkin’ my wrists
Celebratin’ with the whole gang, sizzurp and Crys’
Gotta swang in both lanes, then swerve the whip
Lil’ twerking b*tch, want me to quit servin’ bricks
Ain’t worth it b*tch, give a f*ck ‘bout no squirting sh*t
Can’t do f*ck about nothin’, you n*ggas ain’t gang gang, then it’s f*ck ‘em
I don’t give a f*ck bout nuttin’, you n*ggas ain’t gang gang, then it’s f*ck ‘em
I don’t give a f*ck bout nuttin’, you n*ggas ain’t gang gang, then it’s f*ck ‘em
I don’t give a f*ck bout nuttin’, you n*ggas ain’t gang gang, then it’s …