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Drip day and night and I'm living my life Dropping the top at the light with my slime Me and Lil Freaky got all type of dimes Drop and I got me a million on time I call that lil' bruh, I renamed my slime Niggas ain't snatchin' no check, I blow fire Keep Big Black in the cut, he blindside Ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', reason they tried you Karate kid, I chop-chop the block Thirty-eight special, keep shells and it knock Wifin' my motherfuckin' diamonds, I'm married My shooter leave a bloody scene like a popped cherry I'm runnin' up checks, I'm not slow, ain't no Gary I ain't bought my mama no motherfuckin' Jared Proud 'bout my bag, bitch, I'm tellin' you dearly I'm up and I make noise, I'm knowin' they hearin' me 12 keep on questionin' me, shit, I ain't hearin' it The roof on the motherfuckin' coupe, disappearin' it Trappin' in traps, count that money, securin' it Everybody 'round me some hitters, ain't fearin' it I'm rockin' ice clouds, that diamond my watch Her pussy on lock, she moppin' my cock Bitch popped her a Perc', she ready to fuck That pussy had squirt, it made me say, "Wow" Rockin' these Diors, I got on Givenchy SongtexteQuese and Young Shawty, they clutch on the semi Might fuck from the back and I bust on her titty That coupe in LA and we got this bitch litty Maybachs, I'm in it, matted the Bentley Givin' 'em stick talk from bad vibes and tension YSL Bubba gon' whip in the kitchen He slatt and he with it, he slime out the trenches Drip day and night and I'm living my life Dropping the top at the light with my slime Me and Lil Freaky got all type of dimes Drop and I got me a million on time I call that lil' bruh, I renamed my slime Niggas ain't snatchin' no check, I blow fire Keep Big Black in the cut, he blindside Ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', reason they tried you Karate kid, I chop-chop the block Thirty-eight special, keep shells and it knock Wifin' my motherfuckin' diamonds, I'm married My shooter leave a bloody scene like a popped cherry I'm runnin' up checks, I'm not slow, ain't no Gary I ain't bought my mama no motherfuckin' Jared Proud 'bout my bag, bitch, I'm tellin' you dearly I'm up and I make noise, I'm knowin' they hearin' me Drippin' and spillin', this shit is precise Ain't leavin' no witness, we never think twice Play with the gang, you gamble your life That thirty shoot flames, examples on sight These hollow tip bullets, they skip and they flip I'm with Hood Baby, these niggas need milk (Hood Baby) Comin' through sprayin', we flippin' these clips Your bitch don't use hands, put dick on her lip We set a fire on your block with these sticks Comin' through spillin', this shit got a stick Bitch, we the topic, we stay in the mix I'm with Lil Gotit, we flippin' your bitch Make it a hobby, we drip like a bitch Don't need a stylist, offendin' me, bitch Tinted my ear, solitaires, they glitch Clean up your block, we gon' mop with the stick Drip day and night and I'm living my life Dropping the top at the light with my slime Me and Lil Freaky got all type of dimes Drop and I got me a million on time I call that lil' bruh, I renamed my slime Niggas ain't snatchin' no check, I blow fire Keep Big Black in the cut, he blindside Ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', reason they tried you Karate kid, I chop-chop the block Thirty-eight special, keep shells and it knock Wifin' my motherfuckin' diamonds, I'm married My shooter leave a bloody scene like a popped cherry I'm runnin' up checks, I'm not slow, ain't no Gary I ain't bought my mama no motherfuckin' Jared Proud 'bout my bag, bitch, I'm tellin' you dearly I'm up and I make noise, I'm knowin' they hearin' me Aus Songtexte Mania