Sosamann and Sauce Twinz - All About The Drip

Aye, man, say, man, Sauce on the way man
I'm tired of hearing all these motherfucking
Niggas rapping about trapping bricks, guns
They've killed everybody, man, niggas ain't
Never did a motherfucking thing, man
Imma just keep it real and spill, talk about
This shit the Twinz really did tho
You underspill me?
It's all about the drip bro

It's all about the drip
It's all about the drip
It's all about the drip
It's all about the drip
Fuck the cars and whips
Fuck the guns and clips
Fuck the plugs and bricks
It's all about the drip
It's all about the drip
It's all about the drip
It's all about the drip
It's all about the drip
Fuck the cars and whips
Fuck the guns and clips
Fuck the drugs and bricks
It's all about the drip

I made it out, out the drip though
Buscemi bug on my big toe
300 thousand my front door
And that is my second house, hoe
Grand piano by my couch bro
20 thousand in my mouth, hoe
I meet these rappers and I see they lives
You ain't sell
You was selling burgers and fries
Value meals, dollar twenty-nine
I was really selling pills and pies
But I hated selling hams and dimes
My momma smoked work when I was 5
I knew that selling dope was alive
I broke a bitch and it changed my life
I hate when fake niggas claim these stripes
You can't get credit if you
Ain't lived this life
In every song niggas catch a body
But you ain't never ever shot nobody
Your brother sold dope, you rap about it
Oops, my bad I meant to say your cousin
Lying on them songs got you buzzin
Catch me dripping sauce out in public
Everything I rap about, I've done it

It's all about the drip
It's all about the spill
In the splash I'm dripping sauce, no Ragu
I'm Big Sosa, got some bad
News, I'm going nuts, no cashews
I told her meet me by the bathroom
I broke lil mama she was half Jew
The other half, she was hispanic
I'm dripping sauce and I'm causing damage
Dammit sit down if you can't stand it
Sipping lean, I don't do the brandy
Sipping lean, I don't do the wine
Yeah lil mama, yeah, yeah, you're fine
Yeah, yeah, you're more than a dime
But I need it, on time
That's a, fuck the cops i remember I was
When it was all about the crack
When it was all about the sack
When it was all about spend your
Money, flip the pack, nigga, get it back
Top suit, what I say the truth, now I, fool

Written by:
Albert Walker, MacKenzie Stotts

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