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N***a be in full go-mode like 24/8, you know? We gon' get straight to that bag every time Like don’t give a f**k Came from the bottom of the map, just drove two thousand miles N***a say it's smoke, we 'bout that smoke, but we don’t smoke no Milds I'm just tryna get it, why you actin' crazy, talkin' wild? Knowin' when I catch you lackin', Lord knows it's goin' down Broad day or nighttime, this sh*t here worth a lifetime These n***as talkin’ cray, they ain’t got nan' cool, then lay ’em down Tell him pick his coins up, but I can't never drop no dime Gun powder from the carbine, boy, I love to bust that iron You say you gettin' money, I say you not, I guess somebody lyin' N***a say it’s drill time, we slidin', guess somebody dyin' It sound like you readin' when you rap, you n***as barely rhymin' You n***as rockin' cheap diamonds, them b*t*hes barely shinin' Okay, your b*t*h head was too good, I had to double back Them n***as act like snakes, you know them birds don't f**k with that I just walked inside the jeweler and I spent a couple racks Now them diamonds in my face black like Kyla Pratt I get Dior out of Neimans, I get Off-White out of Saks I hit my b*t*h from the back, then wrote "Drippy" on her back (Ayy) My crib so tall, I think I need an elevator I remember bein' hungry, livin' off a generator I just bought a .223, them n***as better not f**k with me Okay, my diamonds black and yellow like a f**kin' bumblebee Drippy Iverson, I just broke a b*t*h for thirty-three She was thirty-three, I think I met her at the Doubletree Black hoodie, black ski mask, when we slide, we gotta keep them sticks inside the trash bag SK and the M1 carbine come with the extended mag N***a know when we run down, we put that beam right on your a** Young n***a right on your a** Pop out like I'm Jason, it's 'bout to get ugly like Freddy Krueger So watch your mouth before you n***as lose it B*t*h, I go dumb just like the Three Stooges These n***as faker than these action movies If you ask me, these n***as big clueless Ooh-wee, ooh-wee Yeah, man, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, you lil' funky-a** b*t*h? That's how we drippin' and splashin' down in the motherf**kin' South Bunch of diamonds in our motherf**kin' mouth, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? From Texas to Florida in that motherf**kin' order, we right by the motherf**kin' water, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? From the bottom of Miami all to the way to back to California for a Grammy, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? On the beach where it's sandy with a b*t*h named Sandy, you under-splash me? Yeah, man, know what I'm talkin' 'bout, all about these chips, though All about, that drip, though, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout? You f**kin' with Kap and we ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' that go on your head We talkin' 'bout this motherf**kin' bread instead Yeah, man, we out in motherf**kin' Miami with the real motherf**kin' Haitians with the real motherf**kin' gangsters And we done came down to Texas to get real motherf**kin' reckless Benz and Rolexes Diamonds on the necklace Drippy, drippy, drippy You b*t*h-a** n***as can't get with me It's TSF motherf**kin' business We splashin' all around this motherf**ker Pu**y-a** n***a Now tell your b*t*h to get her motherf**kin' ho up So you can get your dough up So you can, punk a** can grow up, ooh-wee
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