Paroles Get Dripped par Pasto Flocco

Ayo, J6, turn that up
Huh, that's my n***a J6, man (Dulio)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

b*t*h you get dripped
Check paid, walked in Nieman and sh*t, yeah-yeah
Step out in Gucci and Prada, you know she fiend for this d**k, yeah
Hatin'-ass n***as around me, like some ticks on dogs, yeah
I am the boss, yeah
Angelic, you know we the stars, yeah
I don't have remorse, I know what I did
Don't do apologies, you do it again
Said I ain't Blood, said I ain't Crip
Lil'-ass boy, he a lil'-ass kid
He look up to me, always copy my drip
Lil'-ass boy tryna take my b*t*h
Grabbin' the leftovers right out the fridge
Shut that, now go straight to the grill

This ain't a freestyle, let me tell you something
Passin' the [?] after I bust it
She said she was hungry, I'm Mr. McLovin
Taliban, taliban, you know that I'm bustin'
Angelic the adamant, know how we comin'
I know she was lyin', she changin' the subject
Gotta stay golden, n***a, never rustin'
Feelin' real, Ray Lewis, you know I'ma rush it
Gotta go better, I had to adjust it
That lil' b*t*h want me dead, 'cause I'm finna bust it
Go to the top, ain't no reversin'
I can't f**k with these n***as, they opposite
You worry 'bout hoes, I'm worried 'bout guap and sh*t
Gotta reload, f**k around and pop some sh*t
Drivin' the boat, f**k around and [?] and sh*t
Hoes, they don't got no manners
Just like a monkey, they play with bananas
on their body, I don't need to stand up
Big ass Backwood, I feel like I'm sinnin'
Shoutout bro Benji, he stay in Atlanta
b*t*h, I'm feelin' like A.I., b*t*h, I got the answers
Exotic-ass hoes, she is a dancer
Bring her to the crib, pull her pants down, pants her
Pour that purple in that Fanta
Don't pass me no Henney, [?]
Man in the middle, I'm always on [?]
b*t*h, I feel like [?] when she try to kiss me
Alexander McQueen, b*t*h, I feel like I'm [?]
I don't run from the opps, I don't run like a rookie
[?], showin' hundreds and fifties
All of this music before it get icky

b*t*h you get dripped
Check paid, walked in Nieman and sh*t, yeah-yeah
Step out in Gucci and Prada, you know she fiend for this d**k, yeah
Hatin'-ass n***as around me, like some ticks on dogs, yeah
I am the boss, yeah
Angelic, you know we the stars, yeah
I don't have remorse, I know what I did
Don't do apologies, you do it again
Said I ain't Blood, said I ain't Crip
Lil'-ass boy, he a lil'-ass kid
He look up to me, always copy my drip
Lil'-ass boy tryna take my b*t*h
Grabbin' the leftovers right out the fridge
Shut that, now go straight to the grill
b*t*h you get dripped
Check paid, walked in Nieman and sh*t, yeah-yeah
Step out in Gucci and Prada, you know she fiend for this d**k, yeah
Hatin'-ass n***as around me, like some ticks on dogs, yeah
I am the boss, yeah
Angelic, you know we the stars, yeah
I don't have remorse, I know what I did
Don't do apologies, you do it again
Said I ain't Blood, said I ain't Crip
Lil'-ass boy, he a lil'-ass kid
He look up to me, always copy my drip
Lil'-ass boy tryna take my b*t*h
Grabbin' the leftovers right out the fridge
Shut that, now go straight to the grill

Pasto Flocco, yeah