Yo Daddy

Lyrics

[Chorus] Dripping way hard as your daddy, only excited, don't get embarrassed Pull up in brand new McLarens, hop out I'm dabbing, designer fashion Clutching on sticks and shit, I'm tryna hit some shit, bullseye It ain't no second guessing it's either you or I Up it and bust it, straight out the dirt I want muddy Dropped off the porch til he thug it Dick riding people they claim that they love me I got trust issues, ain't shit fake We can't kick it, if I don't fuck with you… oh ya ya ya [Verse 1] I do the dash, I got a need for speed Guy got us snitching the rack come up missing and slick don't we need to breath Know I don't be rocking with none of those niggas but I still be fucking with Steve (that's my lo) Dog wanna beef with on the brown the wannabe gangster be killing with key [?] the top spot in my destination Big Will pull up right now and just drop your location The uno neighbors will leave it blazing, in my hood cuz that's who made me Ask the preacher because he couldn't save me [Bridge] I'm a run up the shell Pussy I'll cock yo bow, gang yelling fuck 12 I hit the curb, let go of the wheel, my cup fell Repping the game forever for lifer for real, like fuck yeah Clutching that metal I'll shoot at whoever you better not touch yeah [Chorus] Dripping way hard as your daddy, only excited, don't get embarrassed Pull up in brand new McLarens, hop out I'm dabbing, designer fashion Clutching on sticks and shit, I'm tryna hit some shit, bullseye It ain't no second guessing it's either you or I Up it and bust it, straight out the dirt I want muddy Dropped off the porch til he thug it Dick riding people they claim that they love me I got trust issues, ain't shit fake We can't kick it, if I don't fuck with you… oh ya ya ya [Verse 2] We made the way, these niggas riding Labels be scared to sign me, they say we in the streets causing the violence Soon as a lil nigga try me, bullets go flying, we starting a riot You dripping all wrong your dab ain't it, the shit you on know I wouldn't buy it (know I wouldn't buy it) Tell your dogs to slow your roll your lil partner tripping Fuck all the clutching I'm a shoot this bitch like Scottie Pippen I'm a change what where I'm in the trenches Wanna start better get up off the benches I'm a start summer gear in Givenchy Blue hundreds got my bank roll cripping I'm a real lo, plus I'm strapped you acting like the gun don't kill folk That nigga had the game I took it put it in a real yo And I don't gotta sign the deal I just start rapping now be worrying about a mill or so [Chorus] Dripping way hard as your daddy, only excited, don't get embarrassed Pull up in brand new McLarens, hop out I'm dabbing, designer fashion Clutching on sticks and shit, I'm tryna hit some shit, bullseye It ain't no second guessing it's either you or I Up it and bust it, straight out the dirt I want muddy Dropped off the porch til he thug it Dick riding people they claim that they love me I got trust issues, ain't shit fake We can't kick it, if I don't fuck with you… oh ya ya ya