Big Drip Squad (feat. Sauce Gohan, Sada Baby)

Ayy

I got three flip-phones, your bitch call all of 'em

Your bitch stalk all of 'em, had to put a pause on her

I got Louis V on, I got double G's on

I got D&G on, shit, I got three designers on, ayy

Bitches talkin' 'bout Bora Bora, but ain't even comin' strong

And these **** broke, been watchin' Dora, tryna swipe my VLONE

And the opps still drop of course, lil' ****, how the hell we into it so long?

We been on the road for three months, how we been on tour for so long?

I been gone, chasing paper, been counting Franklins, huh

Jackson wanna be a bitch about it, so I took his ass to Jamaica, huh

Fucked his bitch and made him think about while I'm ridin' around in Mercedes

In that Mulsanne like a mayor

Blew up fast like crack in the '80s

Ain't shit free, lil' bitch, come pay me

Thirty-five racks in the stash like KD

I'm a young G.O.A.T. in this shit, no Jay-Z

VVS diamonds clear like HD

Money obtuse, lil' ****, you scalene

Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma buy new Givenchy

Glock 33, I'ma shoot 'til it empty

Big Backwood, lil' ****, you skimpy

It's a rat in your circle, lil' ****, you finished

I'ma shoot for my name, lil' ****, don't tempt me

Just ridin' a wave, you **** ain't drippin'

Hundred racks stashed in the back of the Bentley

New iPhone 'cause the last three flipped

Three new fours ridin' down Lake Michigan

I been in this shit, lil' ****, you sissy

New big B's and I got 'em from Missy

Fire up the Backwood

Put the bitch in timeout, she ain't act good

Big booty white bitch act hood

Bought a Louis couch where I once stood

Boy, ain't no feeling rich or feel this good

You was with the bitch tryna kiss good

I was with the bitch tryna pimp good

Flight out to Cali, hope the trip good

Know I'm gettin' clovers when I land like Flip hood

You look at my mouth, it's game over

This a Rolls-Royce, not a Rover

I used to hustle for over

Shoot with the soldiers, sleep with the cobras

I cut down the grass and exposed 'em

Put the weed wacker up, it got colder

Still walk 'round with my rocks on my shoulder

People wish I would stop and be over, woo

These **** thought I fell off

Well, it turns out I'm well-off

And you wouldn't pop a shell off

Your brother's in jail and your cousin tell

And you won't send no mail off?

And y'all call a P a sellout?

I should tell you fuck the hell off

That was really your brother, no stepchild

I thought blood was thicker than water

You buyin' Gucci and Prada

Ain't sent your brother a dollar

Ain't nan' these motherfuckers loyal, huh

Most **** hoes from the get-go, ooh

Ran that bag up by myself

Now I'm outside blowin' more gas than a Citgo, do it

Got more gas than a Citgo, move it

Bandana tied up, right leg Buddha

Got bitches in line, they beggin' and chosin'

I could get your baby mama buttnaked all in the studio

Show me that coochie-hole, bitch, hmm

Pills in your bootyhole, bitch, hmm

Can't set me up, know you're acting for your movie role, huh

I'ma leave you alone, bitch

Leave a **** drenched all blood like DMX

I got a hundred-round drum, consider me a threat

Heard you a snitch, got your people and your feds, how you ain't dead?

Shoot a ****, put a **** one in his head

Shoot a **** lookin', then come through the glass

Cook a ****, leave a **** layin' in the grass

Stupid ****, you a student in the hall without a pass

Chastise a nerd-ass ****, get harassed

Big dumb bully, knock him on his ass

I'll make me an opp **** son go sell my packs

Put him on the corner, cut class, get racks

Huh, with the light voice, I ain't slime nor slatt

Skuba Steve been a young thug way before rap

I been get you fucked up way before rap

No cap, I shoot, I bang, I scrap, duh, duh

Get you way before rap

I shoot, I bang, I, I scrap, mm-duh

Boy, lil'-ass ****

Huh, better check your move, lil'-ass ****

Better check your temp

Don't act no fool, whole gang got tools, lil'-ass ****

With your ho ass

We ain't givin' **** no pass

Send some shit real quick at your slow ass, hmm

Get to shootin' at you soon as you go past, mmm

Got Gucci, got Fendi, got drip on

Big dick for your bitch just to sit on

Make her sell pussy off the flip-phone

Then I put forty-point diamonds in my earlobe

Drippin' sauce, these lil' pico

All in Miami on a Louis V speedboat

Jumped in the water, found Nemo

Reeled up a bitch, got paper like Kinko

A **** sell pussy, not kilo

Take a **** ass out the game, Tim Tebow

Shaq and he drive big diesel

Sanch' shoot a **** like a free throw

Sanch' shoot a **** like B-roll

Pussy-ass ****, you is just an actor

Sanch' big bird, I'm a pterodactyl

Bitch call my phone, I don't never answer

I'm a real pimp, I am not a trapper

Sancho slang iron, that's a known factor

Heard word 'round town he a dome cracker

Disrespect him, then you won't make it home after

Bullets hit hard like a linebacker

Think somethin' sweet 'til them bitches start flyin' at you

Poppin' shit off like a firecracker

Big Sancho break a bitch down like a chiropractor