Get Dripped lyrics

[Intro]
Ayo, J6, turn that up
Huh, that's my n*gga J6, man (dulio)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
b*tch you get dripped
Check paid, walked in Nieman and sh*t, yeah-yeah
Step out in Gucci and Prada, you know she fiend for the di*k, yeah
Hatin'-ass n*ggas 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 that he ain't Blood, said that he 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*tch
Grabbin' the leftovers right out the fridge
Shut that, now go I straight to the grill

[Verse]
This ain't a freestyle, let me tell you somethin'
Passin' the rubber right after I bust it
She said she was hungry, I'm Mr. McLovin
Pass me the drugs, should I take 'em, I should
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*gga, never rustin'
Feel like Ray Lewis, you know I'ma rush it
Gotta go better, I had to adjust it
That lil' b*tch want me dead, 'cause I'm finna bust it
Go to the top, ain't no reversin'
I can't f*ck with these n*ggas, they opposite
You worry 'bout hoes, I'm worried 'bout guap and sh*t
Gotta reload, f*ck around and pop some sh*t
Drivin' the boat, f*ck around and trick and sh*t
Hoes, they don't got no manners
Just like a monkey, they play with bananas
Folks 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*tch, I'm feelin' like A.I., b*tch, 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, thats what get them litty
Man in the middle, I'm always on 50
b*tch, I feel like Ron Suno when she try to kiss me
Alexander McQueen, b*tch, I feel like I'm licky
I don't run from the opps, I don't run like I'm Ricky
Payin' the bag, showin' hundreds and fifties
All of this music before it get icky
[Chorus]
b*tch 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 di*k, yeah
Hatin'-ass n*ggas 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 that he ain't Blood, said that he 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*tch
Grabbin' the leftovers right out the fridge
Shut that, now go I straight to the grill
b*tch 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 di*k, yeah
Hatin'-ass n*ggas 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 that he ain't Blood, said that he 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*tch
Grabbin' the leftovers right out the fridge
Shut that, now I go straight to the grill
[Outro]
Pasto Flocco, yeah