Drippa - Dripp Talk

Rule number 1 if it aint makin cash it aint makin sense
Across the ground im leavin puddles , splash , bitch im walkin drip
Every day i gotta touch a bag steadily workin wrist
Want smoke my niggas come through spray ya ass like they paintin whips
Livin so lavish
Za za I smoke so magic
We so havin
Rod on me aint no lackin
On the go Trappin
Run it up stack those
Catchin plays phone jumpin like a damn mattress
Since a jit been gettin money Bitch
Vv's water , got my chest drenched
And this iron treat a nigga like a bench
That za za got em like what is the stench
And these niggas im wit aint wit talkin
But they wit the quick drawn and sparkin
Aint bout money the fuck is u talkin
VVS's they wet like a dolphin
Money comin like bids in a auction
Chasin gwap till i lay in a coffin
Man a nigga be grindin, Mat Hoffman
Bow Bow , aint wit all the talkin
My soldiers strapped up like the task ready to step on shit
If i decide to spend a bag she gone deep throat dick
When the plug send the bag im like D on Pick
Virgil made the tag, broke faucet bitch im leak on drip
Rule number 1 if it aint makin cash it aint makin sense
Across the ground im leavin puddles , splash , bitch im walkin drip
Every day i gotta touch a bag steadily workin wrist
Want smoke my niggas come through spray ya ass like they paintin whips
Livin so lavish
Za za I smoke so magic
We so havin
Rod on me aint no lackin
On the go Trappin
Run it up stack those
Catchin plays phone jumpin like a damn mattress

Written by:
Antonio Mcneezer

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