Dripple Dragons

Lyrics

[Verse 1: FMB DZ] I throw a bag at your ass if you a hustler I show some love, I get some extras to the customers Nigga tried to run with that pack, we gon' punish him And I got some niggas in the V, they in Huntington And I got a couple of young niggas like to shoot shit What type of nigga will pull up with it but won't do shit? Nigga catch a bullet to the head for those loose lips Make a hundred thousand of rappin', I ain't average I can't have my nigga Boom around cause he a savage And I put the switch on the Glock, it's automatic I tear a nigga block down, bitch, and some Ever seen a nigga spit a 100 out a handgun I be steppin' on these niggas and I walk light I get you knocked off on your off night Nigga tried to rock me to sleep, he got put to sleep I'm talkin' ambulance, yellow tape, white sheets Niggas know what type of smoke come behind me Me and my niggas high as hell, we like zombies I pop another, heard the opps can't find me You are repressed, big Whoop come remind me The last thing my niggas fought was a body Out a blue big Benz, ask Barry Fuckin' all you niggas hoes, Mike Larry Whoop my nigga, turn to hoes, Tyler Perry [Verse 2: Sada Baby] Last thing that I fought was my mans, huh Dumbass forgot I had hands, huh Last thing I thought about was some bands, huh First thing I went and bought was a mag, huh Lil' blood, gon' shoot for me, you know he more than down I got people in the V, I'm talkin' Morgan Town I seen an opp turn my fifty to a forty round And then a thirty round, committin' murder now I had a chopper lit, burn your brib up Fuckin' yo baby mama, wake the kids up Sock a nigga in his stomach, get his ribs crushed Used to bully niggas up in school, made 'em skip lunch I wouldn't let a pussy nigga eat nuttin' Put the chops down and then I beat 'em up A1, top-side , got the street jumpin' We ain't never gotta swipe shit 'cause we keep money I grab the nine on 'em, tell 'em keep the hundred Get up on 'em close range, leave a nigga bloody Lil' bitch give the best brain, she don't even study I got what you want, what you need, leave both [?] Got the strap on me, need no buddies Fuck yo lean, bitch, me mo' muddy On the road be dolla, me, ski, both thuggin' Yo bitch got a bloody nose, she sniff the fent' If I don't move all my 'bows, I'll pitch a bitch Yo hoe addicted to the stick, can't quit the dick I'm shooting all the extras off rip, when I flip the clip I'm MJ in the play-offs, can't miss the shift Ten milli and a four-five on my hip equipped Dang-a-lang on her coochie thang, dip in her mix Jang-a-lang with the junkie gang, percs in her grits Birthdays off work plays, twerkin' my wrists Celebratin' with the whole gang, sizzurp and Crys' Gotta swang in both lanes, then swerve the whip Lil' twerking bitch, want me to quit servin' bricks Ain't worth it bitch, give a fuck 'bout no squirting shit Can't do fuck about nothin', you niggas ain't gang gang, then it's fuck 'em I don't give a fuck bout nuttin', you niggas ain't gang gang, then it's fuck 'em I don't give a fuck bout nuttin', you niggas ain't gang gang, then it's fuck 'em I don't give a fuck bout nuttin', you niggas ain't gang gang, then it's …