Letra Drippin' - Young Thug
[Produced by Allen Ritter]
Thugger
What do you want from me?
It's YSL until we dead you know, I understand
I know
He geeked on beat
2 freaks I just geeked SK Kel-Tech XPD
OG off codeine, need more lean
Need more weed to proceed
I know B's, I throw B's, tall P's
I know Pirus I know nine deuce
If I call 'em they gon' kill it too
Call Duke, he gon' shoot
Yea, Thugger took it too
Livin' bulletproof, if I was you I would be mad too
Good shooter, I'ma good shooter
And if I wanna see some titties I go eat at Hooters
Yeah, yeah, I could be your teacher cause I got a ruler
My dad ate hunters for 30 years and they call him cougar, yeah
I got ice baby, f*** your jeweler, oh
I sip Actavis straight out the cooler
Girl you know it, I'll do ya
I give you head, I want your Medusa
I need it, I need it (yeah)
I need it, I need it (yeah)
I need it, I need it (yeah)
Turn me up, I need it, I need it (yeah)
You don't know ting about me okay?
Leave me alone man I just want the money
I get back with you when I'm done, okay?
Listen up, aye
I done spent, I done, I done spent a bag, hundred bands on her ni***
Woah I'm comin', comin'
I'm comin' in your lane ready to clash with you ni***
Big 6, yeah 6
6 golds in my mouth like an Old English can lil ni***
I wrote my verse with 3 bars like an Adidas Stan Smith ni***
Nigga, ni***, ni***
Didn't I tell you bout playin' with YSL?
Nigga, ni***, ni***
Didn't I tell you bout playin' with Lil Jeff?
Why you playin'?
Swear to God I got 100 blues, 100 reds, 100 blacks, on my right and left
Niggas spent two bands on some Maison Margiela, pu*** ni*** watch your step
Bangin' big B's f*** a Bentley
Do 150 just because they think it's rented
Bitches from the north, south, east, west, we got plenty
New Uncle Luke inside your town with way more riches
Make me, make me nut and get some new Indian Remy
Eh make me, make me bleed, swear to God, leave a ni*** drippin'
Drip, I'm drippin' from the start to the finish ni***
Drip, I'm drippin' with my niggas and these bitches ni***
Drip, I got some Raf Simons on, no trippin' ni***
Drippin', dick-dick-dick, keep on drippin' ni***
Dick on a stick, got her drippin' ni***
Dick with my clique got her drippin' ni***
Dick on her lips don't kiss it (oh drippin')
Jump, at it ribbit ribbit (drippin')
I done spent, I done
I done spent about a hundred bands on her ni***
Woah I'm comin', comin'
I'm comin' in your lane ready to clash with you ni***
Big 6, yeah 6
6 golds in my mouth like an Old English can lil ni***
I wrote my verse with 3 bars like an Adidas Stan Smith nigga