Drippy

Real drippy right now

Lil' mama got ass for days and I got cash for days

That fake shit, I can't relate

Hate, I see it all over his face

Yeah, I got racks in the safe

Yeah, I'm fuckin' on your bae

Never keep dope where you lay

Keep a Draco or a AK

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Prometh sippin'

My bitch, she getting tipsy

Valentino, my outfit, my bitch, she rockin' Fendi

Too much ice, it might make you dizzy

Diamonds hittin', dead fresh, dig me?

Drippy, drippy

You a peasant, you cannot come near me

Heard a fuck **** wanna kill me

'Cause I treat his baby mama like a Frisbee

Fuck ****, try again, you lose, I win

Shoot him in the ass, again

Pray for my enemies, amen

The realest **** in it, hey, man

Sit, this young **** poppin', damn

No, can't no **** stop him

Paper route, we stand on top of shit

Pull up in your city, we rockin' shit

I'm in the streets where the hitters at

I'm in the street where the dealers at

I'm in the section where all the bad bitches at

Lil' mama got ass for days and I got cash for days

That fake shit, I can't relate

Hate, I see it all over his face

Yeah, I got racks in the safe

Yeah, I'm fuckin' on your bae

Never keep dope where you lay

Keep a Draco or a AK

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I used to want a million, then I wanted ten, now I want a hundred

All my bitches got an onion, private jet out the country

Just to go shop and eat lunch

Foreign hoes, I got a bunch

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

Hey, come here lil' mama, where you from?

All of that ass, you the bomb

All of that ass, you the bomb

Now take this money, get on the plane

I need you to go get a bomb

I put her in Yves Saint Laurent

I put seventy thou in my charm

I put fifty rounds in my trunk

I was selling dope, I ain't go to prom

(Damn I wish I could've went to the prom)

But I got rich anyway, so motherfuck the prom

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Lil' mama got ass for days and I got cash for days

That fake shit, I can't relate

Hate, I see it all over his face

Yeah, I got racks in the safe

Yeah, I'm fuckin' on your bae

Never keep dope where you lay

Keep a Draco or a AK

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