Drip Squad Members

Lyrics

[Intro: Sada Baby] Chamberlain, he's got it! Uhm, yeah Uhm, let that- Let me in- Let me fast, nigga Huh, let the lights down, huh Let the ice down, huh Chop' at all times, choppa right-wrong, huh Bop at all times, huh, bop right-wrong, huh [Verse 1: Sada Baby] Hollow changed the head on that man, leave corso Corvette in Sport mode, Lamb truck in need Blicky get this door gone, fold the portfolio I'm just blowing weed, baby what you need? Huh, I'll get in Horse mode, I'll make you bleed Huh, I'm just make making bread, huh, I'm just getting money Huh, niggas'll be dead, huh, bullets got him running Huh, I just want some head from your bitch, bitch just give me head Bust it on that donkеy, huh, bust it on the monkey Huh, Can't go the thе Feds, huh, know them bitches want me Huh, I get off them 'mids, huh, don't even get hungry Huh, I be minding my business, I be out the way Huh, killed the witness, so the nigga ain't got shit to say Huh, I be getting it, I be getting it, I be with me, I be with me I just dropped a eight, huh, right before I ate And all I got bitches and some outta state Huh, I make them hoes miss me, huh, no you can't relate Huh, I got Sauce telling me, check my demeanor Hmm, I'm a boss, tell them nobody cleaner Hmm, I'll get you off, huh, fuck you thought? Choppa blowing like a singer Clothes fresh out the cleaners Pussy nigga caught, hit that nigga with the nina Catch his wife with his dog, give her big head, Gina Huh, I spark my blunts with a Louis Vuitton lighter Huh, I smoke good Runtz all the time, I be higher Huh, I'll get you stomped, huh, I'll get you jumped Hmm, yeah, I'm a fighter, you ain't shit, but a biter Hmm, hmm, I'll get a nigga Blood, I can get you hired Huh, yeah, premium drugs, I know the supplier Huh, I be sipping Wock', all you drink is Close Huh, they ain't fucking with the squad, it ain't even close Huh, catch him lacking with my rod, we gon' send that boy to God You know we gon' do the most, he ain't ready for the smoke Know that do the job, get him gone Huh, let a nigga try to rob, DT at your dome Hmm, pop Percocets, know them bitches legendary Huh, dirty sex with your ex, she ain't never scary I ran up a check, huh, that's why I flex Met the hoe in February, ran it back in January Pick any strap, make a mess, it don't never vary Trophy tatted on my bicep, Skuba Jason Terry Huh, got a problem with you, huh, we gon' handle that Huh, I'll squabble with you, huh, I got hands for that Huh, huh, your bitch 'bout to follow, I'ma make her swallow She left a nigga handicap, I know why you mad at that Huh, serving good Hey Arnold, where they met me at Huh, huh, I don't fuck with Carlos, too much bands for that Huh, huh, you know I'm with gang, you see all of us Huh, they know we ain't lame, can't ball on us Huh, put money on his brain, spill it on his Jag' Only Squad Members call on us, they can bet it all on us Huh, drippin' in my lane, Sauce Walk' on 'em Huh, huh, whoop and do my thing, big dawg on 'em Mhm, duh! [Verse 2: Peso Peso] Pull up to your town, where the syrup at? Everybody coming to Texas like, "Where the birds at?" Bitch, I ain't no cook, but that crack, I could stir that In the Lamborghini Urus with a choppa on the floor mat I got Ice, I got Hard, I got Salt, what you need? Julo posted in the trap selling dogs to a fiend They be like, "How you ride so dirty, but your car so clean?" Sent my killer to the house 'cause he off four beans I got some youngins that'll lay up in your bushes Them niggas just got the drop, yeah, they finna go and cook him And they just hit my line like, "Should we go and book him?" Hell yeah, he ain't straight, that nigga came at me crooked 10-Deuce Piru, I'ma stack some baretta Keep a nigga in the cut, they gon' blast for that cheddar And nigga, free my brother Action, he a well known stepper I was really selling rocks in my Burberry sweater I'm on the Interstate with weight, I'm tryna make it there and back I'm buying foreign after foreign, yeah, I know they scared of that I got your bitch up in my Lamb', I got my hand up in her back I rock Amiri jeans, I threw my G-Star's in the trash I got Choppas on my table, got bands on my dresser I told that hoe, "I ain't no pimp, lil bitch, I'm an investor" Niggas playing with the gang, then, we coming with that pressure Yeah, birds fly together, so you know we dropping feathers Niggas playing with the set, yeah, we coming to your home Do the business in my car 'cause I want your ass to know And all these rappers selling pounds 'cause it ain't no shows Well, hit my line right now 'cause I got what you want I got Balenci' on my feet, got my kidneys filled with Lean I keep a Glizzy with a beam I'm counting benji's with the team Walk' splashed up, black Rolls Royce, rims pink A nigga wanna do a song with Peso, that's ten G's, but if you got a lotta weed, you can gimme twenty P's Before the rap, in the hood, I trapped up a quarter ki At 15, I got a nigga whacked for a quarter P Yeah, I'm the Hardest Ese, but ain't nobody as hard as me I got Percocets and Wock' all in my Arteries I'm counting five hunnid racks, please, nobody bother me On the opp side and they tryna cop a plea But hell nah, nigga, we tryna slide, no apologies All these 'Woods to the face, kinda hard for me to sit up I'm rocking LV in the Chelsea's, in the Benz I be on every block in Texas, I ain't never got my shit took Niggas in my DM's crying 'cause a nigga got his bitch fucked And it's dark than a bitch, and my neck still lit up I can shoot a Chop' and I can chop a brick up Got on my lil nigga ass 'cause he went and shot a crib up We only taking head shots and you bet' not miss nun You ain't got a foreign car, boy you gotta go and rent one All this money out here, boy you better go get some [Outro: Peso Peso] Go get some money nigga Ol' broke ass nigga Tired of that shit DRIP!