797 (feat. Drippy Season, Riq, FRThekidd & Ale)
Yung Drippy
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Yeah Seven ninety seven for my bust down wrist Niggas talking down, we gon' bust that clip Shorty playin' games, that's why I don't trust that bitch Police trying to raid, so I had to flush that brick, yeah yeah I don't wanna touch that shit Pull up to my brother's crib Come through in that butter whip Nigga, who you fuckin' with Treeshes, I don't trust that shit, who you fuckin' with Nigga, why you stuttering Put that on my mother, twin Don't try to tell me what to do, nigga, you my fuckin' son I just got some drip from Zicmade and that shit one of one I done seen my brodie on the road and he been gone for months And I'm so hungry, I ain't eat my lunch F*ck ice spice, I don't need a munch I got ten fingers, I don't need a gun We goin' home, shorty, you don't need to run It was a long night, I was down bad poppin' Perkys, couldn't even see none And when I'm on them Xannies and them addies, I'm on Venus We just ridin' foreigns, we don't do no f*ck shit I be steady flowin', I been on a lot of trips Baby tryna ride, I told her, do a trick I know where I'm from, if you talk down, we got em running rick Talk like they the one, I'm tryna get em hit We don't f*ck with niggas on some sucker shit We don't even discuss, I'm tryna light my spliff You said you was comin', I was excited, bitch Girl, there ain't no reason for this fighting shit Baby, just come home, you tryna suck the dick, or what I don't give a f*ck, I'm tryna turn it up All these niggas hatin', I don't give a f*ck Run it up We gon' walk on down like this f*ck Seven ninety seven, I been workin' too hard I been poppin' two bars Feelin' like I'm Bruno Mars I just smoked on two cigars We gon' send you to the stars Bitch, don't steal my drip, that's ours And you know we goin' far Bitch, you talk too much, this ain't no seminar Look on the news, they sayin' Ben a star I ain't had no cup, I had to use a jar Bitch, keep on playin', told her, play guitar Seven ninety seven for my foreign car Seven ninety seven for my bust down wrist Niggas talking down, we gon' bust that clip Shorty playin' games, that's why I don't trust that bitch Police trying to raid, so I had to flush that brick, yeah yeah I don't wanna touch that shit Pull up to my brother's crib Come through in that butter whip Nigga, who you fuckin' with Treeshes, I don't trust that shit, who you fuckin' with Nigga, why you stuttering Put that on my mother, twin We just ridin' foreigns, we don't do no f*ck shit I be steady flowin', I been on a lot of trips Baby tryna ride, I told her, do a trick I know where I'm from, if you talk down, we got em running rick Talk like they the one, I'm tryna get em hit We don't f*ck with niggas on some sucker shit We don't even discuss, I'm tryna light my spliff You said you was comin', I was excited, bitch Girl, there ain't no reason for this fighting shit Baby, just come home, you tryna suck the dick, or what I don't give a f*ck, I'm tryna turn it up All these niggas hatin', I don't give a f*ck Run it up We gon' walk on down like this f*ck
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Written by: Alejandro Almanzar, Enrique Almanzar, Frandy Roque, Ben Nkwantah, John Acosta
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