Drip Freestyle 2

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Wlatt
 Slime shit, know I'm sayin'?
 Big W's in this bitch
 Grrt, grrt, wlatt, wlatt
 Ayy, ayy
 He ain't makin' money, he lazy
 Drip too hard so I feel like Baby
 I'm in the field just like Tom Brady
 Trap still runnin', got meds for the patients
 Ball like Luka, don't play for Mavericks
 I don't play tennis, but I need my rackades
 Crodie, he accurate just like he Allen (grrt, grrt)
 We got them tools just like a mechanic (bah, bah)
 I ain't go fishin' and I keep me a rod
 Niggas they cappin', it's all a facade
 Ain't talkin' money, I'm endin' the call
 Glizzies and choppers, we ready for war (grrt), ayy
 We pull up, shoot in the day or the dark (brrt, brrt)
 He got a gun, but he don't got a heart
 She see a foreign, she hop in the car
 This is a wraith, just look at the stars
 Ayy, ayy (bah, bah, bah)
 I'm in the kitchen, turn soft into hard
 She let it clap like a round of applause
 Digits and commas, they need to be large (bah, bah)
 Drippin' Amiri, I'm wearin' Lacoste (grrt)
 Just like Hugo, I'm a boss
 Sippin' on ratio, this ain't no wok
 I'm on my grind like Tony Hawk
 I know they're fake, I keep my distance
 33 shots, feel like I'm Pippen
 I need millies, I'm on a mission
 If I fail, I won't quit (grrt)
 I go hard just for Twin (grrt)
 Can't wear my shoes, it won't fit
 All of them chances, takin' them risks
 You can get flied just like a trip
 He won't fold, he won't bend, yeah, yeah
 I need millies, don't need friends, yeah, yeah
 With my brothers 'til the end, yeah, yeah
 And I'm a hooligan 'til I'm dead, yeah, yeah (gang)
 Fuck you, better pay me (now)
 He ain't gettin' no money, he lazy
 I had to go to the trap on a daily
 Weighin' up, two 4's and a baby
 I turn on his nose like Rudolph (red nose)
 Gettin' these niggas so pissed off (roll off)
 Cut it out with the loose talk
 Tryna turn up the dot like I'm Chris Bosh
 They wanna ride the wave
 But don't even know how to surf, so lame
 Smokin' away my pain
 I had to get outta my turf, oh main
 I had the drip before birth (the drip)
 I gotta tax for a verse
 Me and J Neat gonna flex on the earth (flex)
 Pour a deuce or a three of the syrup
 With my life, yeah, I gamble it
 Only 'cause I can handle it
 Hunnids packs done vanished it (yerr)
 Get it off and I sample it
 I ain't tryna get knocked again
 Free my dawgs locked in the pen
 Free my dawgs up in the cage
 Smokin' loud up on the range
 Niggas fake, I stay the same
 Crazy face when she gave me brain
 Can't take me for a stain
 Tryna fuck me 'cause my name
 How you switchin' up for the fame?
 I came up off of 'caine
 I came up off them heads
 All day up in the trench
 Now I'm startin', came up off a bench
 He runnin' from the feds, gotta hop on a fence
 They be like, "Houdini is movin' so tense"
 He know I'm just coolin' just gelato my meds
 Two hundred, I'm cruisin', I'm dodgin' the feds
 She got so excited when she seen the Benz
 Got so excited when she see the feds
 I'm on the block with a Glock and my men's, gang
 Already off TEC, I don't need me a Xan'
 Don't mean to diss, I like sippin' instead
 Don't talk to me if you talkin' to feds (uh)
 He don't wanna smoke, he want second hand
 Gerber (Gerber)
 

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Duration
03:18
Tempo
136 BPM

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