Lyrics

Look at the drip Look at the flex Check out these kick's Look at the drip, Look at the drip, Look at the drip, Look at the drip Look at the flex Check out these kick's Look at the wrist Look at the clip that shit is big Care about these chip's I'm fucking these twin's I'm getting it in Look at the drip Look at the flex just look at these kick's damn Look at the wrist Look at the clip that shit is big Look At the drip look at the flex Just check out these kick's Pull up on me Nigga's wrap you'r head up like a bonet Nigga's be some bitches, Nigga really fucking stop it I pull up on ya run your pockets, run your fucking pockets Young furtive from twelfth street yeah we was mobbing Came up right out the trap Yeah my buhl's got my back Yeah I really got to get it, getting the money this shit be expensive Yeah I got to go hard, yeah I'm balling with my niggas Get up out here I might have to go n pull a lil motherfucking trigger Ima be up at the fucking top yeah I stamp it Nigga pull up on your block I have them fucking panic Nigga really got to go get the fucking guap in Get the guappy guappy nigga yeah I can not stop it Nigga's really only worried on benefits Smoking gelato that shit be my medicine I need the hundred's the fifty the benjamin's Aye Only been worried been stacking I started the trapping It became habit Addicted wrapping the bud in plastic All of these nigga's be really dramatic They say that they with it but really be capping I stunt on my ex like 21 Savage and I had the trap jumping like a rabbit And they started out was just smoking and laughing And now we just all ready for the clapping Ahhh we all get clapping Ahh Now I copped the drip really rocking all the fashion Ahhh Look at the drip Look at the flex Check out these kick's Look at the drip, Look at the drip, Look at the drip, Look at the drip Look at the flex Check out these kick's Look at the wrist Look at the clip that shit is big Care about these chip's I'm fucking these twin's I'm getting it in Look at the drip Look at the flex just look at these kick's damn Look at the wrist Look at the clip that shit is big Look At the drip look at the flex Just check out these kick's Counting these bands I been with my friend's we getting an M Counting these chips She suck on my dick she said it's big I hit then dip I'm counting these bands I've been with my friend's She suck on my dick She said it's big we just counting these chip's YMR for the squad, BOM to the top we just getting the guap CD we shock had to sell some rock, had to dodge some cop's Can't ever fuck with the opp's we getting the guap Swear we just getting the guap Just look at the chart's, we off all the walls, all of my pockets they hot Just look at the fire, I swear that it soil, look at the fire they soil
Writer(s): Justin Ross Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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