Drip Class lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron & ScrumbleMan]
(Ooh, Stan, turn me up)
sh*ttyBoyz
[?]
Ayy,ayy
Ayy
ScrumbleMan

[Verse 1: ScrumbleMan]
Designer tee with the Crocs, f*ck getting dressed
Reaching for my pocket, bro got his ass stretched
Time to stuff this b*tch, this yo first test
f*ck a right hook, doggy hit with the good left
White boy shooting a black, that's a racist kid
Put the metal to yo mouth, how yo braces feel?
I need five hunnid for a gram, f*ck a deal
Send a opp up top to God, this a gracious meal
Zazas and the Wock', I'm in a different state
If you tryna act tough, come determine yo fate
Bro checked yo b*tch, that's a different mate
Foreign b*tch with a fat ass, that's a different cake
Tron took mе to J. Ale's, got a steak
Thumbs up to the GOAT, I don't peep thе hate
Real n*gga, not a ounce fake
I'ma run this sh*t the f*ck up till my legs break
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
I'ma run it up, run it up like, yeah, yeah
b*tch, we coming up, coming up like, yeah, yeah
I'ma knock them b*tches clean off, f*ck a dreadhead
Jacks, cards, shout-out to my mailman
Lil' b*tch wanna f*ck me 'cause I'm a thousandaire
Take a deep breath, lil' b*tch, this some mountain air
Two thousand dollar kitchen table, money counter there
We'll stomp his ass a hunnid deep, we don't want it fair
Clutching on the chop, looking at you, what you wanna do?
Miguel Cabrera type sh*t, Gucci tiger shoe
Seeing what I seen through these buffs, that's a swiper view
I got a slug smushed in this b*tch, now it's inside of you
Let me stop mean-mugging, her friend called me "Meanie Pants"
Motherf*cking shrimp, you got them teeny-weeny bands
White b*tch FaceTime her friend, make sure you bring them Xans
Yes, b*tch, it's Mister Do The Visa Scams
Huh, I need a chicken pita
I'll bake his dirty-ass like I came with Anita
Hunnid stuffed in these f*cking 'Miris, I bet the stripper seen 'em
Don't you say a word when you suck, lil' b*tch, I mean it
Huh, this lil' b*tch a demon
Lil' bro tripping out the window, he got the 50 swinging
It ain't a flash on the Drac' but the blicky beaming
Twenty bands on me, b*tch, just look, I was just hitting Neiman's
Huh, then I hit Saks
.556, chopstick, better get back
Lightskin face card fire, bet I hit that
You woke up, smoke six Blacks, I grabbed six jacks
Do that lil' pose, ooh-wee, I got a six pack
If you don't stop playing, put yo mouth where that tip at
BAPE hoodie on, body bag if I zip that
I can teach you something, come enroll in a drip class
[Outro: BabyTron]
Ayy (Ooh, Stan, turn me up)