380 Melo - Ancestral Drip

(It's divine timing)
Sphinx gold cover my dome
Oops I meant to say chrome
God says gold's for the hoes
Amanitore sit on my wrist
Amenhotep look at my neck
Look at my check and my whip
Look at my bitch and my chest
Could you ever get it like this?
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I pop out McCarren, I see you hoes staring
I step on the gas my McLaren be tearing the road up
Impaired when I load up the key and I load up the ferry
My whip is a push and your whip need repairing
A pair of two gay bitches hit on my line
I might pop they two cherries like sharing is caring
Fuck her like Karen
Till her pussy barren
Now they wanna marry
She all on my dick but she used to some lips
She say that she want me she lying like shit
She want a lil baby and half of my chips
I'm sorry hoe I'm not a genie or djinn
I'm sipping on henny, no never no gin
I toss a lil bag at my bros out the bin
Cruising round the block yeah I might have to spin it
If I see a bankroll might have to go spend it
Akhenaten sit on my chest
Real till I breathe my last breath
Slugs make 12 go deaf
Hit 'em with a tech make a nigga see set
Bullets flying round yeah that nigga really sweating
No games I play never 'bout my checks
Motherfucker wanna play imma hit him in his head
And his bitch not safe I be all up in her bed
And she give a nigga head while she left you on read
Sphinx gold cover my dome
Oops I meant to say chrome
God says gold's for the hoes
Amanitore sit on my wrist
Amenhotep look at my neck
Look at my check and my whip
Look at my bitch and my chest
Could you ever get it like this?
Pockets like Nordstrom racks
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Big booty fan wanna see me and lil ibbi
They be star struck whipping out they lil titties
For the two niggas in the city who be vicious
Lining up some business always work even on Christmas
Sipping on some grimace, pockets bulge a couple inches
All day peterson hit 'em with the switch
28 whips I got 28 bitches
38 thousand miles up my clique is
Like yallah big partner, hoe I'm popping
Backseat whip switch we be hopping
You know a nigga hot like my name on top
Or like I'm named Pac, maybe if I made pop
Those moms wouldn't tweak when they play me in the car
But there's no stopping we've come so far
Two gold bars dropping on index shopping
Flick of my wrist but it never look sloppy
And you know that I go get it
Advocate for women
Hoes love me cause they know I'm always winning
I'm the only one out of the couple up in the kitchen
Whipping up the dope perm press to prescription
Talk a lil shit you gonna get your scalp peeled
Call me Lil Wheezy yea the way I break your ceiling
If I never rapped I probably still would be a villain
If I never rapped I'd still make a couple million
Sphinx gold cover my dome
Oops I meant to say chrome
God says gold's for the hoes
Amanitore sit on my wrist
Amenhotep look at my neck
Look at my check and my whip
Look at my bitch and my chest
Could you ever get it like this?
Pockets like Nordstrom racks
Export big packs
Import ancestral drip

Written by:
Adam Effat, Turner Allen

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