Gunna – Drippin' Lyrics

Gunna – Drippin' Lyrics
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    "Drippin'." - Gunna

    Album: Drip Season 3 (Deluxe)
    Track No: 02
    I pour a four in the Sprite
    Gunna control the hype
    No gay shit, my clothes is tight
    I ride like a motorbike
    Moonwalk on my soul like Mike
    I'm fuckin' your ho tonight
    Yeezy Boots on and I might take a hike
    Your shit trash, I don't see why you pipe
    If I gamble I roll the dice
    I know scammers that are known to swipe
    Keep a hammer, I know you ain't right
    VVS's like frozen ice
    Yeah, I know but I still take advice
    Need to feed all my bros off of rice
    Heard them crackers tryna play with your life
    Get that dollar and don't drop a dime
    That's why they pinning cases
    Fuck it, it feel like we made it
    Had a bucket now it's a Mercedes
    It's Young Gunna the motherfuckin' latest
    Ain't no cash shit, I came out here shady
    But I walk anywhere on this pavement
    Wrap the work then I'm back to the basics
    Ain't racist, I'm fuckin' all races
    But I see you going places
    Hop in that 'Rari and race it
    That's calamari, I taste it
    I'm at the Ori in Vegas
    I keep it so real, I can't fake it
    I been sippin' that lean, got me lazy
    I might stroke on it raw, have a baby
    **** I shoot the AR like a Haitian
    I'm drippin' on 'em
    I'm drippin' on 'em, yeah
    I'm drippin' on 'em, I'm drippin' on 'em
    I'm drippin' on 'em, I'm drippin' on 'em
    Yeah, I took that drip to the palace
    A drip you couldn't even imagine
    This drip gon' make me a legend
    I hop in that coupe, it got gadgets
    I got an FN and it's plastic
    Not the small 'fence, I'm keeping it padded
    Blue cheese hundred all over my salad
    I got some hoes in Magic
    No capping, I know I'm having
    I'm throwing your ho, let her have it
    I hide the bankroll in the attic
    In the safe and I bet you can't hack it
    Nothing nice if you touch without asking
    You get hit in that Benz-four-door-matic
    If you get diss you get shot when you lackin'
    Used to rock that Ed Hardy jacket
    Now it's bumble Balmains costing rackades
    I get hundreds bent up in the basket
    I've been killing the game with no casket
    My lil' bro bought a party package
    I stay geeked up, I think I'm an addict
    I've been fucking this freak, I'm her daddy
    Think you cuffing it, but I been had it
    Like the roof with the stars
    I'ma put it in park
    Been fucking her hard
    She don't want me to stop
    I've been dripping it all
    Twenty racks in the mall
    We been living it large
    Yeah, I dripped from the start
    I'm drippin' on 'em
    I'm drippin' on 'em, yeah
    I'm drippin' on 'em, I'm drippin' on 'em
    I'm drippin' on 'em, I'm drippin' on 'em

    Writer(s): Richie Souf, Gunna.

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