CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Drip Freestyle 2
Wlatt!
Slime sh*t, you know what I'm saying
Big W's in this b*t*h
Grrt, grrt, wlatt, wlatt
Aye, aye
He ain't making money, he lazy
Drip too hard so I feel like Baby
I'm in the field just like Tom Brady
Trap still running got meds for the patients
Ball like Luka but don't play for Mavericks
I don't play tennis but I need my rackades
Crodie he accurate just like he Allen
We got them tools just like a mechanic
I ain't go fishing and I keep me a rod
n***as they capping, it's all a facade
Ain't talking money, I'm ending the call
Glizzy and choppers, we ready for war (Aye)
We pull up shoot in the day or the dark
He got a gun but don't he got a hеart
She see a foreign, she hop in thе car
This is a wraith just look at the stars
Aye, aye
I'm in the kitchen turn soft into hard
She let it clap like a round of applause
Digits and commas they need to be large
Dripping Amiri, I'm wearing Lacoste
Just like Hugo I'm a boss
Sipping on ratio this ain't no wok
I'm on my grind like Tony Hawk
I know they're fake I keep my distance
33 shots feel like I'm Pippen
I need millies I'm on a mission
If I fail I won't quit
I go hard just for Twin
Can't wear my shoes it won't fit
All of them chances taking them risks
You can get flied just like a trip
He won't fold, he won't bend, yeah, yeah
I need millies don't need friends, yeah, yeah
With my brothers till the end, yeah, yeah
And I'm a Houligan 'til I'm dead, yeah, yeah
Slime sh*t, you know what I'm saying
Big W's in this b*t*h
Grrt, grrt, wlatt, wlatt
Aye, aye
He ain't making money, he lazy
Drip too hard so I feel like Baby
I'm in the field just like Tom Brady
Trap still running got meds for the patients
Ball like Luka but don't play for Mavericks
I don't play tennis but I need my rackades
Crodie he accurate just like he Allen
We got them tools just like a mechanic
I ain't go fishing and I keep me a rod
n***as they capping, it's all a facade
Ain't talking money, I'm ending the call
Glizzy and choppers, we ready for war (Aye)
We pull up shoot in the day or the dark
He got a gun but don't he got a hеart
She see a foreign, she hop in thе car
This is a wraith just look at the stars
Aye, aye
I'm in the kitchen turn soft into hard
She let it clap like a round of applause
Digits and commas they need to be large
Dripping Amiri, I'm wearing Lacoste
Just like Hugo I'm a boss
Sipping on ratio this ain't no wok
I'm on my grind like Tony Hawk
I know they're fake I keep my distance
33 shots feel like I'm Pippen
I need millies I'm on a mission
If I fail I won't quit
I go hard just for Twin
Can't wear my shoes it won't fit
All of them chances taking them risks
You can get flied just like a trip
He won't fold, he won't bend, yeah, yeah
I need millies don't need friends, yeah, yeah
With my brothers till the end, yeah, yeah
And I'm a Houligan 'til I'm dead, yeah, yeah
