Drippa - RubberBandz

Send my lil bitch to the store for sum rubber bands don't need distractions
When i'm in here counting
Them vv's inside of the necklace shout out to my jeweler
I'm dripping like fountains
Im smoking pressure
Soon as i light it and hit it dat shit got me coughing and frowning
Money keep piling
Bitch I been having my way all these hoes on my wave got em drowning
Back coming up
I ain't have to much of nun I had to go get out an get it
Nigga's be plotting I'm behind the tint wit the pole on my lap every time dat I'm whipping
Went gotta bag
Then I start working my wrist took the backends and then went an flipped it
I ain't getting no sleep till I'm up at the top an I'm playing wit them millions
I ain't doing hair but I keep me a clip
Two two three spraying they going threw whips
Bitch why the fuck you think they call me dripp
Od on cash like the shit was sum fetty
Spread the blues across my arm like they jelly
Pockets on fat man them bitches beer belly
Plays call so much had to switch up the celly
Bad lil bitch hit me up said she ready
My pockets check in jus like they telly's
Applying pressure I'm Jason and Freddy
Fuck all dat talk fuck what you tryna tell me
Ion do dat woe I hol dis bit steady
Press dat button dat bitch it chop like machetes
Put dis dick in her she calling me daddy
Aye working my wrist got me t'd up nigga
Everything I talk is real
On the go no sitting still
My jeans been eating
Use to broke pockets filled
Nigga's be bitting the wave jus like teeth
Poured up sum drank got me fighting my sleep
Ran up a ten bitch in less than a week
You nigga's peasants lil bitch I'm the chief
You nigga's cap on the low they don't got it
Nay out the bottle got me out my body
Rich off the wrist got me feeling like roddy
Nigga try me like a park yea they sliding
No pen or pad bitch I don't do the writing
Run up the bag in the hood like I'm robin
Za in my left and the right for the driving
On the p side bitch she hot like tamale
Aye it's stuck every time that I say that shit up there
I ain't dodging no smoke I'm a slayer
Threw muscle tissues hollows gone tear
Make the gwap sit on like a damn chair
And I'm headed to the top like I'm walking stairs
Neva tripping on a hoe gotta keep it player
Vvs on my chest lit like a fair

Written by:
Antonio Mcneezer

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