Bdr!ppyy - QUICK! (feat. Chow Mane)

Step on the scene, Drip flooding yeah yeah
All my shorties 20 like I'm dubbing yeah yeah
Got hot hands corpse husband yeah yeah
Ima work of art no touching hoe
And I, ran it up quick feeling like the man
Treat me like a king treat like they fam
Tapping it twice like the pics on the gram
She be sending me pics like I'm her onlyfans
Ain't nobody really watching this movie shorty
Lemme grab my phone we can make a movie shorty
Cooking in the lab feeling like Rick and morty
If they want smoke tell em welcome to the party
Pop out at the party bitch I'm Td up
Coolin laying back I might even throw my feet up
Used to drink the Codiene thru the liter
Now I hit her one time then delete her
Gone, get out my phone
Gimme peace of mind or give me that dome
Now you going home
Been here too long
Next time you slide better bring another girl along
Then I step on the scene, Drip flooding yeah yeah
All my shortys 20 like I'm dubbing yeah yeah
Got hot hands corpse husband yeah yeah
Ima work of art no touching hoe
Step on the scene, Drip flooding yeah yeah
All my shortys 20 like I'm dubbing yeah yeah
Got hot hands corpse husband yeah yeah
Ima work of art no touching hoe
Got shorties in my dm they be trying to flirt
Red lipstick that be matching the skirt
Bad little white girl like moving the work
But if she fall in love then her heart going hurt
And i, ran it up quick now I feel like the man
Treat me like a king treat like they fam
Tapping it twice like the pics on the gram
She be sending me pics like I'm her Onlyfans
Ain't nobody really watching this movie shorty
Lemme grab my phone we can make a movie shorty
Cooking in the lab like Rick and Morty
If they want smoke tell em welcome to the party
South Bay in my section they stay dangerous
Scrip sipping make me feel a little less anxious
It's been 2 years and you're still tripping bout that same bitch
I gave her dick that was fucking up her pancreas
You popping pill so them memories go painless
I got the steel under my waist it's not stainless
After she buss on my shit little bitch fainted
You talking money, hit my we chat that's my language
Baby, can you bring a friend I'm tryna hit you at the same time
Cut the molly powder with the coke she doing space lines
I'm in LA I was just swerving through the grapevine
Money missions, I got green not talking Draymond
What's that on my feet she asked like 8 times
I'm with all my dogs, all my K9s
Music money, like I'm trapping across state lines
I'm not a captain but I'm busting in her aye aye

Written by:
Brian Moore, Charles Yan

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