Big Drip Squad

Lyrics

[Intro: Sauce Gohan] Ayy [Verse 1: Sauce Gohan] I got three flip-phones, your bitch call all of 'em Your bitch stalk all of 'em, had to put a pause on her I got Louis V on, I got double G's on I got D&G on, shit, I got three designers on, ayy Bitches talkin' 'bout Bora Bora, but ain't even comin' strong And these niggas broke, been watchin' Dora, tryna swipe my VLONE And the opps still drop of course, lil' nigga, how the hell we into it so long? We been on the road for three months, how we been on tour for so long? I been gone, chasing paper, been counting Franklins, huh Jackson wanna be a bitch about it, so I took his ass to Jamaica, huh Fucked his bitch and made him think about while I'm ridin' around in Mercedes In that Mulsanne like a mayor Blew up fast like crack in the '80s Ain't shit free, lil' bitch, come pay me Thirty-five racks in the stash like KD I'm a young G.O.A.T. in this shit, no Jay-Z VVS diamonds clear like HD Money obtuse, lil' nigga, you scalene Hit Saks Fifth, I'ma buy new Givenchy Glock 33, I'ma shoot 'til it empty Big Backwood, lil' nigga, you skimpy It's a rat in your circle, lil' nigga, you finished I'ma shoot for my name, lil' nigga, don't tempt me Just ridin' a wave, you niggas ain't drippin' Hundred racks stashed in the back of the Bentley New iPhone 'cause the last three flipped Three new fours ridin' down Lake Michigan I been in this shit, lil' nigga, you sissy New big B's and I got 'em from Missy [Verse 2: Sauce Walka] Fire up the Backwood Put the bitch in timeout, she ain't act good Big booty white bitch act hood Bought a Louis couch where I once stood Boy, ain't no feeling rich or feel this good You was with the bitch tryna kiss good I was with the bitch tryna pimp good Flight out to Cali, hope the trip good Know I'm gettin' clovers when I land like Flip hood You look at my mouth, it's game over This a Rolls-Royce, not a Rover I used to hustle for over Shoot with the soldiers, sleep with the cobras I cut down the grass and exposed 'em Put the weed wacker up, it got colder Still walk 'round with my rocks on my shoulder People wish I would stop and be over, woo These niggas thought I fell off Well, it turns out I'm well-off And you wouldn't pop a shell off Your brother's in jail and your cousin tell And you won't send no mail off? And y'all call a P a sellout? I should tell you fuck the hell off That was really your brother, no stepchild I thought blood was thicker than water You buyin' Gucci and Prada Ain't sent your brother a dollar [Verse 3: Sada Baby] Ain't nan' these motherfuckers loyal, huh Most niggas hoes from the get-go, ooh Ran that bag up by myself Now I'm outside blowin' more gas than a Citgo, do it Got more gas than a Citgo, move it Bandana tied up, right leg Buddha Got bitches in line, they beggin' and chosin' I could get your baby mama buttnaked all in the studio Show me that coochie-hole, bitch, hmm Pills in your bootyhole, bitch, hmm Can't set me up, know you're acting for your movie role, huh I'ma leave you alone, bitch Leave a nigga drenched all blood like DMX I got a hundred-round drum, consider me a threat Heard you a snitch, got your people and your feds, how you ain't dead? Shoot a nigga, put a nigga one in his head Shoot a nigga lookin', then come through the glass Cook a nigga, leave a nigga layin' in the grass Stupid nigga, you a student in the hall without a pass Chastise a nerd-ass nigga, get harassed Big dumb bully, knock him on his ass I'll make me an opp nigga son go sell my packs Put him on the corner, cut class, get racks Huh, with the light voice, I ain't slime nor slatt Skuba Steve been a young thug way before rap I been get you fucked up way before rap No cap, I shoot, I bang, I scrap, duh, duh Get you way before rap I shoot, I bang, I, I scrap, mm-duh Boy, lil'-ass nigga Huh, better check your move, lil'-ass nigga Better check your temp Don't act no fool, whole gang got tools, lil'-ass nigga With your ho ass We ain't givin' nigga no pass Send some shit real quick at your slow ass, hmm Get to shootin' at you soon as you go past, mmm [Verse 4: Sancho Saucy] Got Gucci, got Fendi, got drip on Big dick for your bitch just to sit on Make her sell pussy off the flip-phone Then I put forty-point diamonds in my earlobe Drippin' sauce, these lil' pico All in Miami on a Louis V speedboat Jumped in the water, found Nemo Reeled up a bitch, got paper like Kinko A nigga sell pussy, not kilo Take a nigga ass out the game, Tim Tebow Shaq and he drive big diesel Sanch' shoot a nigga like a free throw Sanch' shoot a nigga like B-roll Pussy-ass nigga, you is just an actor Sanch' big bird, I'm a pterodactyl Bitch call my phone, I don't never answer I'm a real pimp, I am not a trapper Sancho slang iron, that's a known factor Heard word 'round town he a dome cracker Disrespect him, then you won't make it home after Bullets hit hard like a linebacker Think somethin' sweet 'til them bitches start flyin' at you Poppin' shit off like a firecracker Big Sancho break a bitch down like a chiropractor