Drip Freestyle 2

Lyrics
[Intro: J Neat] Wlatt! Slime shit, you know what I'm saying Big W's in this bitch Grrt, grrt, wlatt, wlatt [Verse 1: J Neat] Aye, aye He ain't making money, he lazy Drip too hard so I feel like Baby I'm in the field just like Tom Brady Trap still running got meds for the patients Ball like Luka but don't play for Mavericks I don't play tennis but I need my rackades Crodie he accurate just like he Allen We got them tools just like a mechanic I ain't go fishing and I keep me a rod Niggas they capping, it's all a facade Ain't talking money, I'm ending the call Glizzies and choppers, we ready for war (Aye) We pull up shoot in the day or the dark He got a gun but hе don't got a heart She see a foreign, shе hop in the car This is a wraith just look at the stars Aye, aye I'm in the kitchen turn soft into hard She let it clap like a round of applause Digits and commas they need to be large Dripping Amiri, I'm wearing Lacoste Just like Hugo, I'm a boss Sipping on ratio this ain't no wok I'm on my grind like Tony Hawk I know they're fake, I keep my distance 33 shots, feel like I'm Pippen I need millies I'm on a mission If I fail I won't quit I go hard just for Twin Can't wear my shoes it won't fit All of them chances taking them risks You can get flied just like a trip He won't fold, he won't bend, yeah, yeah I need millies don't need friends, yeah, yeah With my brothers till the end, yeah, yeah And I'm a Houligan 'til I'm dead, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Houdini] Gang Fuck you, better pay me He ain't getting no money he lazy I had to go to the trap on a daily Weighing up two 4's and a baby And turn on his nose like Rudolph Getting these niggas so pissed off Cut it out with the loose talk Tryna turn up the dot like I'm Chris Bosh They wanna ride the wave But don't even know how to surf, so lame Smoking away my pain I had to get outta my turf, oh main I had the drip before birth I gotta tax for a verse Me and J Neat gonna flex on the earth Pour a deuce or a 3 of the syrup With my life yeah I gamble it Only 'cause I can handle it Hunnids packs done vanished it Get it off and I sample it I ain't tryna get knocked again Free my dawgs locked in the pen Free my dawgs up in the cage Smokin' loud up on the range Niggas fake, I stay the same Crazy face when she gave me brain Can't take me for a stain Tryna fuck me 'cause my name How you switching up for the fame I came up off of 'caine I came up off them heads All day up in the trench Now I'm starting, came up off a bench He running from the feds, gotta hop on a fence They be like Houdini is moving so tense He know I'm just cooling just gelato my meds Two hundred, I'm cruising, I'm dodging the feds She got so excited when she seen the Benz Got so excited when she seen the fans I'm on the block with a Glock and my mans Gang, already off Tec, I don't need me a Xan Don't mean to diss, I like sipping instead Don't talk to me if you talking to feds He don't wanna smoke, he want second hand Gerber, gerber
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Credits
- Writers
- Houdini
- J Neat