Sophisticated Drip

Lyrics

[Intro] TMB Yeah, ouu Drip, splash TMB [Verse 1: Peso Peso] Niggas love to talk down when I'm not 'round Nigga play with the gang, get Glocks out Niggas already knowing that I got pounds The load just came in, better come shop now My lil youngin' , he keep a chopper with 100, and I swear he nice with the walk down And I can't take advice from a broke nigga, I could give a fuck what he talking bout' I go to any hood with my ice out I was trappin' way before the Iphone Yeah, I'm rappin' and trappin' lil nigga, I left the studio and got a 9 gone Mike Amiri jeans with Givenchy tee And I can't find my Lamborghini keys The way I'm ballin', bitch I feel like a athlete I make 100 racks in that [?] I'm slidin' round' in a foreign, nigga if I got a warrant, then they gotta catch me I got pints in the attic, got racks on my dresser I keep toters right by me if a nigga want pressure Took his bitch so quick, I ain't even send a message But I just go the the head, I ain't want nun extra Nigga say that he selling dope he a lie And I'm scooting for Kenny Lou 'til I die [Verse 2: Paul Wall] On the grind, stacking large amounts I been counting money since before I could count Get the money, gimme mine, and bounce Satellite in the turkey bag, 10 pounds With my dawg Sergio, 10 toes down Diamond smile, that's a flawless frown For the city, gotta rep my town Earning crowns, not worried 'bout clowns Live from the Underground, no run around Candy paint poking out when I'm coming down If you plotting on me, you better turn around No fear, whole team finna knuckle down Wrong move, might end up in the ground Lil punks big cap like a proper noun Use to hit licks on the Greyhound On the way to Beaumont, just passed Baytown Me and Peso stacking up queso Big K, big fat bankroll Big weight, whole lotta papo' No hate, all I know is, make dough Never late, on time for the bank though Package came in from San Diego Tatted bidego Play with the fam, take a dance with the Draco Blowing smoke in the wind 'Bout to take a trip down I-10 Ice the grin Me and my friends If I'm coming in, then we all coming in Shout out to Big E, riding in the Benz On the grind, stacking up my m's I put diamonds on Versace lens On savior's day tryna catch the gems Got haters on the sideline watching They all talk, but they ain't talking bout' boxing I'm coming down like Soncho popping I gotta dime piece giving me taco Taking me shopping, the top is dropping Trap doing numbers, bank account popping On the clock, (Ayyye), big bank I'm clocking Paying me later, no, that's not a option [Verse 3: Peso Peso] I got 500 dollars in my crack showing Make my lil niggas get him, if a nigga try to speak up And I got more money than your big homie I got a FN and I got a stick up We be reppin' Texas, nigga, me and Paul Wall In my phone I got nothing but stains on my call log I was young on the block robbing niggas where I sold on Nigga pull up to the trap, we ain't doing no drive off I smell like Gelato, yeah, that is my fragrance I feel like a doctor, I'm serving the patients In the Lamborghini truck, I feel like racing I got rich than a bitch and the opp got fake Nigga play with the gang, we gon' fuck em' over I'm tryna touch a M before than summer over From the 409 to the H-Town, yeah, we had to do this shit for the culture [Verse 4: Paul Wall] Yeah, yeah, had to do it for the culture Eyes open, watch out for the vultures Folding big coffee and I don't mean Folgers I'm getting dough, so it's hard to focus You ain't see me coming down, yeah, I'm potent Been a year holding, whole piece golden Everything iced out, everything frozen Big Moe all in the cup, it's potent Ain't no rat, but I crawl like a rodent Top notch OG, all that I'm smoking Paper stacked tall ain't no folding Swang on a punk, leave hoe heart broken I'm getting mine as soon as I awoken Hard grind, dollar sign all that I'm promoting In the Cadillac, cloud nine floating Backwood jumping with the windows