Dripping b*tches lyrics

(Melo)
Uh yuh it's Melo I'm in the trap house with two hoes

Met me at Costco we gone slow down f*ck her real slow

Back with Migos, selling me fake diamonds u can keep those

Met up with lil boat cold like Minnesota but I ain't cold


( Foreign God Cam)
Tell a b*tch I don't even need a sniper , Pull up in her crib just to tell

Her I don't like her. Little b*tch couldn't even pay her taxes , f*cked

Her on stage laying down on a mattress. Bust down sitting with a

Nice b*tch, the b*tch so bad she got guns like ISIS. n*gga's fake it til

They make it, leave a n*gga dead like gta that n*gga wasted