Drippa - Yeah Yeah

Aye
The Threat
Niggas Already... Yah mean
Niggas already kno wuz up wit me
Dripp!
I jus might cop me a bow and roll up back 2 back
Ima smoke till my lungs gone
No I aint down wit the lack on my waist is da strap like i jus threw sum 1's on
I always got my hands wrapped around sum money like Ben Frank threw sum gloves on
Aint finna argue wit niggas, one nod of a head an I swear they gone touch Homs
All of dis juggin, I swear, got me 2 up
Ballin like im alopecia
Zaza dat I smoke sear dis shit 2 tough
Swear dis shit loud like a speaker
I throw dat shit on everytime I step out
I make an appearance like features
Bitch its Dripp, I got all of dis Dripp
They be like damn big bra can you teach us?
Aye
Get off the gram and go find you sum grams
Bitch aroung here we be feedin the fam
I get the blues then spread em like jam
You try to reach for dis chain then its blam
Workin my wrist run it up like im Cam
Got it for lo 2 my plays im Sam
Wrist it stay workin like eggs gettin scram
Aint talkin gwap nigga fuck wut you sayin!
Work my wrist for these blue benji's, Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah
Yeah, Yeah!
Dripp and Zaza Errr where, Errr where
Errr where, Errr where
Yeah, Yeah!
Bitch I run dis shit up
Then I sit on top of the gwap like a damn chair
Bitch my niggas play wit drums like a band so betta think twice for its up there!
Work my wrist for these blue benji's, Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah
Yeah, Yeah!
Dripp and Zaza Errr where, Errr where
Errr where, Errr where
Yeah, Yeah!
Bitch I run dis shit up
Then I sit on top of the gwap like a damn chair
Bitch my niggas play wit drums like a band so betta think twice for its up there!
Shit Personal!
Bitch I'ma run dis shit up
Yeah, Yeah!
Try 2 snatch, goons dey gone pop ya
Bel-Aire!
Count up the gwap everyday
Bank teller!
Throw dat shit on, I be fly
Propellers!
Working my wrist everyday got me T'd up
Im rockin Dripp from the feet up!
Pole is so big I cant keep tuck!
Fuck everybody else nigga we up!
Lately I been real addicted to chasin dis so much i cant get no sleep
All of my plaz gotta pay da fee
Even doe I been geetn int 4 chep
Woke up dis mornin and threw on my chain
The VV's lit like a christmas tree
Roll up sum za and I smoke the shit back 2 back
Swear the boy jus like a chimney
Work my wrist for these blue benji's, Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah
Yeah, Yeah!
Dripp and Zaza Errr where, Errr where
Errr where, Errr where
Yeah, Yeah!
Bitch I run dis shit up
Then I sit on top of the gwap like a damn chair
Bitch my niggas play wit drums like a band so betta think twice for its up there!
Work my wrist for these blue benji's, Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah
Hell Yeah, Hell Yeah
Yeah, Yeah!
Dripp and Zaza Errr where, Errr where
Errr where, Errr where
Yeah, Yeah!
Bitch I run dis shit up
Then I sit on top of the gwap like a damn chair
Bitch my niggas play wit drums like a band so betta think twice for its up there!

Written by:
Antonio Mcneezer

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