Drip

[Intro]
(Al Geno on the track)
Yeah

[Chorus]
Them hoes gon' wait for drip, put 'em in a lineup
Yeah, this ain't no basic gear, it's all designer
Can't fuck no basic bitch, they all nines and up
It's rare you meet a nigga like me, she got all kind of luck, yeah
Hood nigga got rap money, this ain't regular
Thirty dollar phone, how I make a hundred off this cellular?
Never had hoop dreams, but that bitch know I'm a player
She can buy me a hundred capes, but that bitch know I won't save her

[Verse 1]
'Cause that's just how we raised up
Then I beat her face like I do makeup
But I still can't save her, I just can't be laid up
Bitch, I'll see you later, she know I'm a player
If I ever save a ho, then that bitch look like Jada
Told the bitch I don't want no cap, she like, "Oh yeah, I be with Rylo"
She a lucky ho, if she ever met me, it's a chance she hit that lotto
I'm from Alabama, but I'm pulling scams, might catch me at Wells Fargo
I'm a hood nigga with some digits, you can get a ticket, played her for a minute
I just might put you in my lineup
Tryna pick the paint off my pants, I'm just like, "Chill, ho, these designer"
Goyard belt, can't find 'em
Never been no basic nigga, I can't fuck no basic bitch
Get my shoes from Jeffrey's, bitch, I can't be rockin' basic kicks
You catch this drip, that's a big slip, it ain't no regular fall
It's rare you meet a nigga like me, I ain't your regular dawg
He a gentleman, I'm a simple man, I'm tryna nut all in your mouth
Get the drip from France, I know you a fan, baby, you can't catch me in no mall

[Chorus]
Them hoes gon' wait for drip, put 'em in a lineup
Yeah, this ain't no basic gear, it's all designer
Can't fuck no basic bitch, they all nines and up
It's rare you meet a nigga like me, she got all kind of luck, yeah
Hood nigga got rap money, this ain't regular
Thirty dollar phone, how I make a hundred off this cellular?
Never had hoop dreams, but that bitch know I'm a player
She can buy me a hundred capes, but that bitch know I won't save her

[Verse 2]
I'm not no hero, shawty, I don't think I look like Superman
I'm tryna pick you up and drop you off, I'm like the Uber man
I ain't tryna be 'round you too long, I ain't tryna move in
You say you laid up waiting on me, but I bring the whole crew in
I don't even want you here, just got your taxes, let me claim your two twins
These Christian Loubs, spikes on my shoe, baby, these was two bands
I'm a rockstar, ain't no guitar, but I brought the tool in
They say that water deep, I hopped off the porch and jumped smooth in
Me and Luke made fifty bands off a phone, half a bag get you gone
Made the news, but he ain't make it home, Grim Reaper with that chrome
Green beam on them sticks, like a turtle, nigga, they ain't moving slow
I drop it off at your door
I put that shit on and get at your ho
I got them sticks, but I'm looking for more, yeah
I got them sticks, but I'm looking for more
I got them licks, but I'm looking for more
She suck my dick, but I still want some more, hmm
Yeah, I fuck that bitch, but she still want some more
Say that I'm dirty like drank that I pour
I cut your grass and I kick in your door

[Chorus]
Them hoes gon' wait for drip, put 'em in a lineup
Yeah, this ain't no basic gear, it's all designer
Can't fuck no basic bitch, they all nines and up
It's rare you meet a nigga like me, she got all kind of luck, yeah
Hood nigga got rap money, this ain't regular
Thirty dollar phone, how I make a hundred off this cellular?
Never had hoop dreams, but that bitch know I'm a player
She can buy me a hundred capes, but that bitch know I won't save her