Copy Drip lyrics

[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
Designer head to toe, they wanna copy drip
I showed up with the Crips, but leave with your b*tch
41 bust down, came to show my wrist
b*tch, I know you starstruck, but you can't take no pics
Designer head to toe, they wanna copy drip
I showed up with the Crips, but leave with your b*tch
41 bust down, came to show my wrist
b*tch, I know you starstruck, but you can't take no pics

[Verse 1: R3 Da Chilliman]
I'm in this b*tch with 30 bands, in all blues
My b*tch fly, Gucci cymbles on her shoes
If you act up, the chopper help you make the news
[?] I got B's on my shoes
I'm getting money from [?] you need some help
You going broke tryna keep up, n*gga, be yourself
b*tch, I'm diving in the money, call mе Chilli Phelps
Smoked an ounce of Gary Payton, [?] Chanеl
All eyes on me, I'm who they wanna see
Stripped a n*gga for his packs, [?] 23
Everything designer, b*tch, head to toe
If she start taking pictures, then she gotta go
You wanna be like me, I wanna get money
How you broke and you smiling? Ain't sh*t funny
Big diamonds, ain't no n*gga booking me
The Glock'll slam him on his back like Booker T
[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
Designer head to toe, they wanna copy drip
I showed up with the Crips, but leave with your b*tch
41 bust down, came to show my wrist
b*tch, I know you starstruck, but you can't take no pics
Designer head to toe, they wanna copy drip
I showed up with the Crips, but leave with your b*tch
41 bust down, came to show my wrist
b*tch, I know you starstruck, but you can't take no pics

[Verse 2: Drakeo the Ruler]
You can't take no pics
b*tch, don't get too close, or we taking sh*t
We know you don't get no pus*y, you be raping sh*t
You be flexing for the net, you's a major b*tch
Tried to run up on a chop, and got major flipped
Do a n*gga so foul, had to change his name
See me, I'm [?] major pain
You finna get a halo, an angel face
Finna hop out with that chop, and go stupid
He got a blower, but I know he ain't gon' use it
I'm finna hop out with that chop, and go stupid
He got a blower, but I know he ain't gon' use it

[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
Designer head to toe, they wanna copy drip
I showed up with the Crips, but leave with your b*tch
41 bust down, came to show my wrist
b*tch, I know you starstruck, but you can't take no pics
Designer head to toe, they wanna copy drip
I showed up with the Crips, but leave with your b*tch
41 bust down, came to show my wrist
b*tch, I know you starstruck, but you can't take no pics
[Verse 3: LilJeffGoesIn]
Came in looking like money, like I'm made of it
b*tch, I got big [?] potato chips
n*ggas ain't really real as they say they is
I don't know how many times I gotta say that sh*t
All my watches [?] like goddamn
All my n*ggas getting to it, we ain't holding hands
Look, if you say you need them, then I'm on the way
Getting money, making juugs, I do this everyday
I'm the n*gga in these streets, if you didn't know
Get a [?] got 24
You n*ggas broke, I sleep in that kenzo
I had D.N.G., but my fit Valintino
[?]

[Chorus: R3 Da Chilliman]
Designer head to toe, they wanna copy drip
I showed up with the Crips, but leave with your b*tch
41 bust down, came to show my wrist
b*tch, I know you starstruck, but you can't take no pics
Designer head to toe, they wanna copy drip
I showed up with the Crips, but leave with your b*tch
41 bust down, came to show my wrist
b*tch, I know you starstruck, but you can't take no pics