Drippy Ooters lyrics

[Intro: Yagi B]
Rrah, rrah
(Ayo, Eli, what the f*ck?) It's Yagi B
Lil' b*tch, rrah, rrah
Like what?

[Chorus: Yagi B]
Still bendin' and spazzin'
We see a Gz, gotta clap him
f*ck all of them n*ggas in caskets
The f*ck you gon' do when I hop out the truck masked up, ski'd up? Call me Yagi Assassin
And, b*tch, we the drippiest shooters
These n*ggas talkin' 'bout guns, but they never gon' use 'em
Rah got shot in the head and he died
He got shot in his legs, now that n*gga can't use 'em

[Bridge: Yagi B & Mhady2hottie]
Mex' went bye in the Benz
Couldn't say bye to his friends (Like, grrah, grrah)

[Verse 1: Mhady2hottie]
f*ck Rah, n*gga died in the whip
EK did bad, he got shot by a b*tch
They keep tеllin' me chill, I'm like, "f*ck that sh*t"
Like, run up on mе, I'ma dump that sh*t
No, she can't get the addy, don't trust that b*tch
(No, she can't get the addy, don't, like, look)
Oh, he think sh*t sweet? I'ma creep
I'ma spin through that block seven days of the week (Seven days of the week)
Think he hot, he get hit with the heat
I'm with Yagi, don't forget the "B"
Walk down gang when we hop out the V
Oh, he tough? Let me see
f*ck all the politickin', we could link
I got sixty-four shots, I'm lookin' for a G
Grrah, grrah
Ask who I smoke, Rah
He got shot in his chest, oh, nah
[Verse 2: Set Da Trend]
Hollow tips hit him, watch him multiply (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
I'm on that sh*t, been on that timin'
Been smokin' Lotti, had to remind 'em (Remind 'em)
Catch me a Jiggy, I call up the dyke that go dumb
She gon' pop out the cut, make him run
I can't wait 'til I run into Goon
I'ma pop him like Yellow
Let off seven just like 'Melo
We not smokin' Block, we smokin' Rah
It's a so many shots that they got with 'em
I ain't Chris, I'ma Will Smith 'em
And we still smokin' Sayquon sister
Pick up a gun, why the f*ck is you dissin'?
Catch a Jet from the Fourth then I'm leavin' him missin'

[Chorus: Yagi B]
Still bendin' and spazzin'
We see a Gz, gotta clap him
f*ck all of them n*ggas in caskets
The f*ck you gon' do when I hop out the truck masked up, ski'd up? Call me Yagi Assassin
And, b*tch, we the drippiest shooters
These n*ggas talkin' 'bout guns, but they never gon' use 'em
Rah got shot in the head and he died
He got shot in his legs, now that n*gga can't use 'em