drip drop

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

yeah

hey

if you want it you can have it

that my old style

moving through the night just like an old coy-

-yote

low profile

sippin' something

got my piss lookin' like the oh-hi

push it 'til it's broke down

somethin' like my momma when i take the bag home to her

con artists talkin' like some connoisseurs

if you want the beef we can put them bitches on skewers

she the one i wrote this song for

and she put it on while she puttin' on the contour

phone calls from the concourse

long way from home and that pussy what i long for

but

for now i'm on the clock

uh

give myself off to you right before i knock

once i'm back home

then you know it's yung joc

we gon' set the camcorder up and make a hitchcock

i'm a uhh

big shot

uh

i can't eat it cold

so i hope this shit's hot

i can't eat the leftovers out the ziploc

it's a mental thing for me

i can't really explain it

i know we're friends

but it feel like we datin' sometimes

i feel the tension in all the conversations we have

i know the beat ain't really hot 'til i'm pacin' around

and i'm pacin' right now

yeah

this shit knockin'

and she

and she

she tryin' give noggin

tryin' show the youngin' what the the tip top is

but see me

i'm just tryin' see what the drip drop is

uh

hit it once

she say that we been talkin'

uh

i don't mind

i'm enjoyin' the company

and it's validatin' for me

fill the void i been strugglin' with

i rock a soldier out of troy when i'm bussin' this shit

it's an infection i avoid

i been wantin' a kid

but

i been flip floppin'

huh

indecisive how i'm tryin' get poppin'

plain cheeseburger

i don't get toppin'

chauncey tryin' show me what the crip walk is

cyhi

yeah

huh

drip droppin'

call the maintenance man

i don't fix faucets

huh

smoke is strong

can't quit coughin'

valentino with the louis

boy

i make sauces

big bosses over here

girl

i'm rick rossin'

haha

big toppin' with the cheese gossip

she like my last cd

i guess she disc jockin'

spokin' word over bass

i be grid lockin'

she was bad so i had to take the bitch shoppin'

hit the rollie store to kill time

now we tick tockin'

huh

hurry up before my dick soften

she put the panties on backwards

got her criss crossin'

huh

send her home in some sweatpants

she vegan so i hit her with the eggplant

huh

her daddy rich so so i'm stedman

huh

vetements gucci headband

huh

she said i'm better than her ex man

if you fuck another bitch

you a dead man

hold on

girl

you talkin' like you pregnant

i am not your nigga

i'm your bestfriend

huh

shhh

quit talkin'

i just wanna' know what the drip drop is

huh

i pull her hair

girl

i rip stockins'

if you ain't fuckin' with me

you can kick rocks then

never take the hat off

boy

i'm kid rockin'

she said

i'm sorry