Drip Flow 2 lyrics

[Intro]
(Snair Jordan)
(Aye, Juu? Wassup, lil n*gga?)
(You know what the f*ck goin' on, Aye, Jordan!)
(Wop)
Wop, Mob! (Mob!)
Uh, Uh, Uh (Yeah, Yeah!)
I know it's crazy I'm still here, yeah (Yeah)
Aye, Jordan turn me up, n*gga, Wop (Wop)
Aye Cam, Wassup bruh? (Mob, Mob)
Yeah
Uh, uh (Uh, Uh)

[Verse]
Uh, Uh, Yeah I got hit, n*ggas sick that I'm still here
I'm still on the hill, I could make me a mil' here
Some n*ggas switched, if they real then they still here
I make the b*tch chop a brick like she Kill Bill
We stopped the car 'cause we blew out the rear wheel
Shake down the spot and make everyone sit still
Small RP's, can't f*ck wit them big pills
Name whole weight on my block and I'm grown up
How the f*ck you dissing me and won't own up?
Hits everywhere, but you can't serve the wrong one
I still wonder how [?] out, round one
I'm bout to spin, pop the capsule and down one
Whip out that ten when I catch him and blow him up
I dropped the window and hit when I rolled up
I took his soul, got his b*tch ass rolled up
Uh, uh, uh, perpetuating got him killed for that fake sh*t
He got a chain, we ain't snatching that fake sh*t
Jackboy life, n*gga, we still take sh*t
b*tch, I'm a killer, I'ma embrace it
Somebody hit me, bet I'ma spank 'em
n*ggas get rich, how the f*ck is they changing?
I did it too, but I'm still where I'm claiming (Uh, Uh, Uh, Mob)
D-Boy sh*t, yeah we still in that dope game
Blowing that hot sh*t? Somebody set him with Blow Gang, Mob!
He spin with no mask, cause he ain't got no brain
Think he look sweet, but his dumb ass so lame
I took his P and put bake in the whole thing
He got a b*tch who done sucked up the whole gang
Uh, Wop
Get on professional sh*t when I come, b*tch
I'm [?]-out so don't think I'm on dumb sh*t
Everyone left when I got on my own sh*t
I know you here cause I finally got old, b*tch
I know the truth and you n*ggas ain't on sh*t
They ain't on money, they only on di*k
I decked the whip, 'bout to get a new foreign quick
Many men with me, I'm spinning with plenty men
We got a show and I'm sneaking them semi's in
V.I.P b*tches and Wop brought plenty in
Checking his pockets, I look he got linen in
She like "I disappeared, I think it been a year"
When I wan' f*ck her again I'ma re-appear
I had his drink at the park, got him sipping deer
I'm in the streets with a gun without no fear, b*tch
Wop, all of my n*ggas got jersey's
I'ma wake up meet a J off the early
I don't do sh*t if I don't got that .30
f*cking this b*tch got the b*tch saying marry me
I tell her "No" and don't say if she scaring me
b*tches be slimy, conniving, and squirmy
Hop in the back with the sliders and burn you
Giving out game, but you youngins don't know the ropes
I brought the fully to muhf*ckin' show the [?]
I got a folder on b*tches who know they hoes
Hop out the car, two Glocks, I'ma slow stroke
I punched a opp in the face and his nose broke
Auntie kitchen like a muhf*ckin' dope hole
That n*gga perc, now his name on the low low
[?] shot in his sh*t, he got no soul
[Outro]
b*tch! (Mob)
(For real, b*tch)
([?] shot in his sh*t, he got so soul)
(b*tch ass n*gga, shot in his sh*t, he got no soul)
(For real)
(Aye, Jordan? Turn me down)