King K LV - Drippin' On Em (feat. Biggz LV)

I'm drippin' on em, i'm drippin' on em
Poppin' champagne, bitches think I'm pissin' on em
I'm into fuckin' hoes, niggas into kissin' on em
& every video release, these niggas clickin' on em
I'm drippin' on em, i'm drippin' on em
But they ain't tryna try the kid kus that stick is on em
The ops don't wanna turn beef into a bigger problem
Free my niggas, they done really had em triggers poppin'
I'm really drippin' sauce, coming off the pot
Flip a block, get it all gone, then I save a lot
Molly rocks, Imma Rockstar, get that molly wop
Cop a quick 7's of the snow then I got a knot
Need snow for the low, I don't have it
Prices on high, product on a1 status
Call me a finesser but I'm really just a blesser
You still getting what you wanted, lucky you ain't getting lesser
Plus your plug shit is wack & my quality is better
That's why you still calling back so this acquaintance is a pleasure
Balance trappin' thru the window, I don't even need a sweater
Link me 2 up in the morning, serve you pieces of this weather like jeez
Grillz freeze in this bitch
Gotta watch her from a distance, she preeing this kid (like woah)
I'm seeing this ish
So I approach her, got her number, then leave her real quick like AY
I'm drippin' on em, i'm drippin' on em
Poppin' champagne, bitches think I'm pissin' on em
I'm into fuckin' hoes, niggas into kissin' on em
& every video release, these niggas clickin' on em
I'm drippin' on em, i'm drippin' on em
But they ain't tryna try the kid kus that stick is on em
The ops don't wanna turn beef into a bigger problem
Free my niggas, they done really had em triggers poppin'
Need an umbrella, it feel like the beginning of May
I'm drippin' on em, couple thou for the fit of the day
You a lame nigga & that's why I put dick in your bae
I ain't selling Yeezy's when I talk about flippin' the yay
Ferragamo belts, hoodie came from Hugo Boss
You would lose your mind if you knew how much these shoes could cost
Lil nigga switched kus he took a stupid loss
Pound flipper but I still remember I was moving rocks
Weed bagged, both phones charged
No time for a hoe kus my doe's large
Never been a ghost writer but I sold bars
You ain't a street nigga if you never broke laws
I'm usually in my own thoughts
Henny sipper but the bitch wit me drinking Patron shots
Broke niggas still asking what my clothes cost
I ain't really speaking to niggas besides my road dogs
I'm drippin' on em, i'm drippin' on em
Poppin' champagne, bitches think I'm pissin' on em
I'm into fuckin' hoes, niggas into kissin' on em
& every video release, these niggas clickin' on em
I'm drippin' on em, i'm drippin' on em
But they ain't tryna try the kid kus that stick is on em
The ops don't wanna turn beef into a bigger problem
Free my niggas, they done really had em triggers poppin'

Written by:
Kobie Turner

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