All About The Drip

Lyrics

[Intro: Sauce Walka] Aye, man, say, man, Sauce on the way man I'm tired of hearing all these motherfucking niggas rapping about trapping bricks, guns, they've killed everybody, man, niggas ain't never did a motherfucking thing, man Imma just keep it real and spill, talk about this shit the Twinz really did tho, you underspill me? It's all about the drip bro [Hook: Sauce Walka] It's all about the drip, It's all about the drip It's all about the drip, It's all about the drip Fuck the cars and whips, fuck the guns and clips Fuck the plugs and bricks, its all about the drip It's all about the drip, It's all about the drip It's all about the drip, It's all about the drip Fuck the cars and whips, fuck the guns and clips Fuck the drugs and bricks, its all about the drip [Verse 1: Sauce Walka] I made it out, out the drip though Buscemi bug on my big toe 300 thousand my front door And that is my second house, hoe Grand piano by my couch bro 20 thousand in my mouth, hoe I meet these rappers and I see they lives You ain't sell [?] You was selling burgers and fries Value meals, dollar twenty-nine I was really selling pills and pies But I hated selling hams and dimes My momma smoked work when I was 5 I knew that selling dope was alive I broke a bitch and it changed my life I hate when fake niggas claim these stripes You can't get credit if you ain't lived this life In every song niggas catch a body But you ain't never ever shot nobody Your brother sold dope, you rap about it Oops, my bad I meant to say your cousin Lying on them songs got you buzzin Catch me dripping sauce out in public Everything I rap about, I've done it [Hook] [Verse 2: Sosamann] It's all about the drip, it's all about the spill In the splash I'm dripping sauce, no Ragu I'm Big Sosa, got some bad news, I'm going nuts, no cashews I told her meet me by the bathroom I broke lil mama she was half Jew The other half, she was hispanic I'm dripping sauce and I'm causing damage, dammit Sit down if you can't stand it Sipping lean, I don't do the brandy Sipping lean, I don't do the wine Yeah lil mama, yeah, yeah, you're fine Yeah, yeah, you're more than a dime But I need it, on time That's a [?], fuck the cops I remember I was [?] When it was all about the crack When it was all about the sack When it was all about spend your money, flip the pack, nigga, get it back Top suit, what I say the truth, now I [?], fool [Hook]