Drip lyrics

[Hook]
Yeahhh better calm down
Bow down, I draw down
I fire rounds
Drip (x15)

[Verse 1: Yung Joc]
OK, monkey n*gga, bet not slip, feed your ass banana clips
Yeah, I bust your head gasket, leave you with a oil drip
And for the lettuce AK's, that will spit your cabbage
And sh*t get tragically, leave cadavers filled with maggots
This ain't angus beef, you don't wanna order this
2 Glocks like 2Pac, I’m on my thug immortal sh*t
GPS goons show up to your coordinates
Chrome with the pearly, take you early, that's abortion b*tch
Duck, duck, tape ya, wrap ya n*gga, no balls
Throw slugs the same size as door knobs
Sixty seconds in and out pop, no prob
Blow ya whole face off, that's a blowjob
Shoot ya b*tch in the throat leave her voice raspy
Too graphic?, I paint a picture so ya'll n*ggas grasp it
I call your momma, tell her pre-order ya f*ckin' casket
Bury scary n*ggas, I never buried a hatchet

[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Soo woo to the bee-hive, strapped like T.I
I keep that b*tch on me, like the Book of Eli
I just shoot ‘em all, so I don’t have to decide
Split your body up, they gotta bury ya ass 3 times
Run up in ya house, leave ya brains on the couch
Shoot up everything, f*ck is aimin' about?
Empty that clip, than that b*tch slide out
Continue that procedure till them pus*y’s dried out
I'm a east side gangsta, I ain't never been a busta
Nina is a cold black b*tch, but I trust her
I don't need a psychic to tell me I’m a hustla
Cause b*tch, I’m all about my paper, like Usher

[Hook]

[Yung Joc]
I know Chris, decepticon clips transform ya
Leave n*ggas, ghost activity, paranormal
My piece of the pie, ha ha ha, Digorno
Bullets burn, make em dance, disco inferno

[Lil Wayne]
Back to the subject, i’ll kill ya in a heart beat
I put bullet holes in everything except the car seat
Young money b*tch, I shoot one gun and switch
When the cops came the body still twitched (still twitched)
[Yung Joc]
Keep thuggin, you cute, you just flirtin' with death
That's a straight suicide, don’t bury yourself
Scared but can’t run, that's the stall factor
And if that automatic rap I bet they all scatter
Haiti earthquake ‘em, make they wall shatter
Penetrate your lungs and splatter they gallbladders

[Hook]