Drip Flow lyrics

[Intro]
Uh Uh Uh Uh
Mob Everybody know how I came
Huh yeah everybody know how I came
I gotta get me away I gotta get me away aye
Hey Jordan

[Verse]
These b*tches be in my way aye
I’m still stuck in my ways
They ain’t f*ck wit’ me back in the day hey
Now everybody ridin’ my wave
I’m consistent and I’m gettin’ paid hey
Can’t nobody stop me from makin’ a way
I gotta heart they won’t take it away
I won’t ever quit I’m paving a way (no I won’t quit nah)
Buss down chains, Mike Amiri jeans on the whole damn gang hey
I did two shows in a day, gotta keep it coming ‘cause n*ggas eating trays
I’m glad that you showed me yo’ ways
I still can’t believe the b*tches I saved
Don’t trust her, she f*ckin’ she probably got aids
I’m strappin’ my di*k even when I get brain
Broke ass n*gga got caught in the rain
His clothes got wet he been wearing for days
Put in that work that’s the first stage
I get it everyday like it’s my motherf*ckin’ birthday
I’m still trappin’ that sh*t on the one way
Whole lot of b*tches post me when it’s Monday
Spank a n*gga go to church on a Sunday
Load up, go spin, doin’ that all day
Poppin’ percocets and servin’ that fentanyl
I’m the n*gga spinnin’ knockin’ yo’ men off
Hit the Desert Eagle knock youngin’ chin off
Run into my man you know I’m gon’ get off
Give or throw the ball then I gotta pick off
Hangin’ out the window knockin’ that stick off
The way she eat the di*k she suckin’ my di*k off
Just call me the plug I don’t wanna be no big dog
Feds building cases they got em folding
I ain’t payin’ em sh*t just for sayin’ I owe em
Still livin’ mama even while I’m older
I’m runnin’ it up gotta run that sh*t up
Buy her a Rolls Royce Truck
You know them loads come in in a tonka truck
n*gga try rob me you know I won’t give it up
I hit the car and come back when I fill it up
Uh uh broke ass n*gga can’t sit wit’ us
You ain’t help her enough you should step it up
It ain’t no way a broke n*gga gon’ step on us
If you f*ckin’ my b*tch then I’m makin’ her set you up
Uh I pull the micro out, go wet em up
You out of town wit’ the pounds then mail it up
Double it, triple it, make sure you seal it up
Rap n*ggas cap and he showin’ a fake pint
n*ggas be mad I’m doin’ what they can’t
Ima put in that grind to be wit’ that wraith gang
Money before the fame I ain’t rich gang
Uh I walk in the room they surprised no b*tch came
Think she a whore I gotta admit man
You let me down feel like I got betrayed
If I keep on goin’ Ima keep goin up
Put worth before riches, forever be up
In that head I don’t give a f*ck but I dress it up
Uh uh mob, can’t go back to me p*ssin’ in cups
My nephew call, I come in a rush
I’m dishing out coke I’m catchin’ a rush
Smokin’ that strong ain’t smokin’ no fluff
I’m smokin’ so flow b*tch this ain’t no fluff
They rock the same designer he lookin’ bust
I’m pourin’ that syrup I’m sippin’ til I’m bust
Had a feeling she was out of pocket and trusted it
I should’ve went back to my old ways only just f*ck the b*tch
Now I look dumb as f*ck that’s what I get tryin’ cuff a b*tch (nah uh uh)
I only let the b*tch suck the di*k I’m tellin’ b*tches I’m celibate
I do a show yeah I sneak in the back yeah I gotta bring the cutter in
You know that chopper keep stuttering, yeah I let my brother in
I f*ck the b*tch let my brother hit
I f*ck the b*tch let my brother hit (she gotta let migo hit)