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Yung Drippy

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Yeah
Rolls Royce truck, I done made it out off the back end
I couldn't even count on my own people, they was bad friends
Why you keep on worrying bout some shit that's in the past tense
Brody had a plan for me to get rich and it made mad sense
I done gave it to you a hundred times without you askin
Seem like you don't f*ck with me unless I'm in my Ashton
Itchin' on my body off them perkies, gettin' rashes
Feelin' like I'm Dante when I pass the ball to Cassius
Yeah, and I been sleepin' in the trap
Lost a hundred thousand, took a lot to get it back, like
I told Shorty I ain't had no money to give, she snapped on me
Go and get a bag, get off your ass, like, why you mad brodie
I done seen some niggas show they colors, they was actin' on me
Cullinan cost twenty-four thousand, did that shit for Kobe
How you gon' say you love me on the first night you don't even know me
You would be surprised what they would do to you for a brand new Rollie
Niggas trying to copy me, don't go to my wave
I been on my own, trappin' out my feelings since like grade school
It ain't bout no problem if we go our separate ways
Always gon' be love for me, I promise I don't hate you
Bad bitch trying to talk to me, you better have braids
Actually, I'm trippin', if you don't got him, I'ma play it cool
Post to be hand-off, how it turn into a fade
That's because we found out he was sweet just like some grape juice
Swingin' shit like Babe Ruth
I won't never let a nigga take something from me, I'd rather die
I can never be the reason why my brodie ain't alive
We gon' load up a few chops and send them broke boys to the sky
I was waitin' for your phone call, just chillin' in my room
And then my momma walked up in it and told me that you ain't alive
Man, that shit just made me cry
Feel like I wanted to kill myself
And I ain't even had no one to call on for a little help
Brodie fell in love and started drowning like he Michael Phelps
Tony lost his mind, they had to put him in a psycho jail
Make it out and put on my whole family, give him clientele
Tryna find six hundred fifty thousand for my cousin bail
All them boys who was in that courtroom snitchin', I hope you go to hell
Trying to see my youngin' face to face, I don't wanna keep sendin' mail
I just brought my young bull to the trap, showed him how to make a sale
Diving in that water, shorty splashing, she look like a whale
This shit gettin' real
I told my OG we gotta load up and drill
I see my homie goin' crazy, popping too many pills
You'd be surprised the shit you see when you be up in the field
And I told that bitch, stop playin' games, this isn't deal or no deal
I never did it for the fame, I'm trying to run up a mil
Trying to get me a deal
Thumbing through all them bills
Bro, get up out them streets, cause it ain't worth gettin' killed
Yeah
Rolls Royce truck, I done made it out off the back end
I couldn't even count on my own people, they was bad friends
Why you keep on worrying bout some shit that's in the past tense
Brody had a plan for me to get rich and it made mad sense
I done gave it to you a hundred times without you askin
Seem like you don't f*ck with me unless I'm in my Ashton
Itchin' on my body off them perkies, gettin' rashes
Feelin' like I'm Dante when I pass the ball to Cassius

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