Drippyk3x - Straight Talk

Lil' mama said she love me, I had dub it
But I wound up in her stomach, she feelin’ bubbly
Runnin’ round out here thuggin’, I’m countin’ hunnits
Glocks is boutta get to dumpin’, better start runnin’
Man I swear that I’m gon' make it, I can’t have my mama stressin’
When I get up outta bed I’m thankin’ God for all these blessin’s
I’ve been blowin’ up ya phone and bitch I know you seen my message
You declinin’ all my calls, you got me out here actin’ wreckless
All this dope that’s in my system I can’t even fuckin’ talk
All this dope that’s in my system I can’t even fuckin’ walk
Bitch you told me that you loved me, bitch you lied straight to my face
You out here ridin’ with this nigga, you gone make me catch a
Had me out here broken hearted, thinkin’ where’d it all go wrong
I don’t talk about these feelin’s put the heart break in these songs
And when I had a sunny day, you had to make the shit turn gray
But when the gas don’t work no more, how Ima' keep the pain away
I said fuck that feelin’ shit, I cannot stress about a bitch
Need about a hunnid' bands, a couple links up on my wrist
I be fuckin’ up these checks, just copped a brand new Nike tech
And yeah this bitch just slurped me up, I think I nutted on my sweats
But
Lil mama said she love me, I had dub it
But I wound up in her stomach, she feelin’ bubbly
Runnin’ round out here thuggin’, I’m countin’ hunnits
Glocks is boutta get to dumpin’, better start runnin’
What the fuck
What the fuck
Runnin’ up these checks, I’m just countin’ up these bucks
Tech up in my sweats, when I aim you better duck
I be smokin’ gas, dirty sprite all in my cup
Damn her booty phat, I might just have to rubber up
Drippy only want a bag so when you pay then we can talk
Yeah I know I’m finna' blow, I make straight hits my shit don’t flop
All my niggas stay on go, when I say hit they all gon' pop
Ya, shawty always play my song, she wanna feel all in my locks
And yeah I always switch the flow, no matter what my shit gon' rock
Wrecked the Porsche straight off the lot, I’m boutta skrt' off in a Rari
Got the swag, they call me Drip that’s why ya girl be on my body
Plus she front row at my shows, so she gon be my little thotty
You cannot get in my section, this a real nigga party
Dropped the top right off the Rari, boutta go buy me a Wraith
Pussy niggas out here foldin’, eatin’ cheese right of the plate
She said Drippy lemme taste, got my son all on her face
Drippy always keep his faith, all these niggas do is hate
All these bitches run my plays, no my bitch can’t call me bae
I’m Jamaican baby girl, so you can’t sit up on my
Lil mama said she love me, I had dub it
But I wound up in her stomach, she feelin’ bubbly
Runnin’ round out here thuggin’, I’m countin’ hunnits
Glocks is boutta get to dumpin’, better start runnin’

Written by:
Drippyk3x, Drippy K

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