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Yung Drippy

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Mama told me if you wanna go buy it
And all them other niggas hating, they gon start a riot
Following a buzzard, rest in peace to Bray Wyatt
Cops try to jam you up, just stay quiet
Money over bad bitches, I'm just being biased
Never let a nigga try to tell you that you lying
Chopping up wood, doing night shifts with Elias
I feel like I'm Daniel, keeping track of plus minus
Cause I be quick to tell a nigga when he right or wrong
I ain't been hooping nowadays I just been writing songs
Man, life is not a game, niggas think they bout to respawn
Think twice before you spin that block, cause when you die, you gone
We was on that corner making plays until the crack of dawn
And I was getting a little tired, I had to crack a yawn
I used to reminisce on conversations that I had with John
Smooth with that rock, my handles tight just like my brother Don
And I don't stress, I know we living in a hard knock life
And I done been through lots of shit, I put my heart on ice
When you walk up to the trap house door you gotta knock on it twice
I got my young bull balling hard, he play like Bronny and Bryce
And there was nothing in the crib we had to eat except for beans and rice
The microwave was always fucking up, we had to heat it twice
Baby, where you going, I thought you was staying with me tonight
Like, what the f*ck where the f*ck you going
And girl, you know that shit you did was a low blow
This shit feel like twenty fifteen, we in love with the coco
I'm fucking on this bitch, but I keep that shit on the low low
Twelve trying to raid the block tonight we said, oh no
Brodie asked if he could get some money for sure, bro
Bitch trying to hit the club, I'm trying to go home though
I keep all my youngins clean, I let them boys wear my old clothes
Shorty do it for the team, but where she from, nigga, no one knows
How do we not know where this bitch is from
I told my Brody cop that glock nine with the loaded drum
All these niggas stealing swag, if they ain't do it, they would all be bums
This shit fucking with my stomach, I told young bull go and buy me tums
And I never been a fan of wine, but I might take a sip of red rum
It's niggas dying every day, cause they be acting dumb
Off a half pill of xanny bars, my body feeling numb
Them boys don't understand this shit, cause they ain't grow up in the slums
Niggas thought this shit was over
I've been feeling lucky like a four leaf clover
This bitch ain't even trying to f*ck, she just want fashionova
And I got tired of the wraith, I had to trade it just to cop the rover
I let my little mans take a sip of wock, but I mixed it up with boba
Man, I'm trying to find a bad bitch to flirt in class with like Jack and Lola
Bro was down bad, mixing codeine with the Coca Cola
Y'all niggas too young, they used to call that market basket shit demoulas
Aye brodie park the whip, let's cop a little something to snack on just to hold us
Cause I might die in this whip if I don't get nothing to eat
What you think I got on, these ain't jordans on my feet
And if you really trying to bend that block, keep that shit discreet
I feel like I'm prime d wade, playing on the heat
I ran up thirty bands right in your face, you told me you ain't peep
Me and all my brothers stick together cause we play for keeps
I was kinda bored, so I woke up and copped a brand new Jeep
I really, really hope y'all niggas fucked with mind of drippy three

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