Edge & Babi Lou - Drippin'

Woah is me
Ain’t body else as cold as my me
I guarantee
I am something you will never be
The older me
Someone you will never see
Look and see
I’m up and over the fuckery
Fate gave me the script n I flipped it
These pussies won’t admit it
Do it better then they did it
It was my style and you bit it
Leagues above the rest
You haters do your best
But you can’t do shit to me cuz a mother fuckas blessed
Want the static, be my guest
Put ya chest to the test
Got the tech and a vest
I know you niggas really stressed
Parasitic tendency you leach, you flea, you fucking pest
Better get ya wills straight cuz this the Wild Wild West
Haters addressed
Determined, possessed
Success obsessed
She on me, appressed
She Spicy, zest
Unimpressed
No cuffin', arrest
Make me depressed
Niggas steer clear of a nigga like they're scared of heights
Get too close to the edge now you fucking with ya life
Hide ya kids hide ya wife
Don’t bring’em in the daylight
Cuz everything in my way is D.O.A on sight
Got ya head bobbin’
Body milly rockin'
Blocc boy knockin’
Edge heart stopping
Jiggy jiggy jiggy nigga on his way to 7 figures
Got a white boy balling twice ass hard as you niggas
All these dubs tryna lock me up since i started killin’
Hope i only have to say this once dub bitch I’m chillin’
I know ya about to try n switch it up yugh Aunt Vivian
Now excuse me let leave the track cuz my sauce drippin’
Cause my sauce drippin
Cause my sauce drippin
Flexin water weight and now I’m water whippin
Sauce drippin
Sauce drippin 
Flexin water weight and now I’m water whippin
Bitches wanna call me like I’m Cleo
I’m steady dodgin shots actin like I’m Neo
Niggas sneak dissin steady talkin bout they real
Posting drugs n guns n snitched ya way up out the Ricoh who ya P.O
Niggas talkin like they swaggy but I walk it
Niggas wanna run it up but boy you not bout it
Running up a light bill tryna see my fears
Got me on my zoro cause I’m cuttin out my demons 
Niggas ain’t doin shit you whining while you waiting
You a lame nigga but a diss might make you famous
Running thru my old hoes don’t make us related
I ain’t even complaining, evaluating how these bitches got me jaded
I’m still killin
Talk about a killing nigga ima make a million and you talkin bout yo feelings 
Suckas wanna bitch and I ain’t talking about no women 
Know the Bible well so I’m talkin lord willin
Lord willin ima beast
Run up in yo women ima run up in her fleece and I ain’t talking bout the winter 
Ima run up ima eatttt
Hard bitches really be all talk
Earthbending benny Ima water whip her soft toph

Written by:
Beethovens Joachim, Eginhard Jean-Philippe

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