Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Driyp Drop
Driyp Drop
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Reginald Gardner
Reginald Gardner
Songwriter
Ronnie Rey Bryant
Ronnie Rey Bryant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
L-Finguz
L-Finguz
Producer

Lyrics

Nigs Outside.. **** Outside… Maybe we can chill for the night..
Ay ay..
Shawty you can hit me on my line now
Girl don’t mess it up and let him find out
We can take it back to my hideout
Henny bottle still cold we gon’ ride out
Baby I could maybe be your side
Maybe we go chill for the night
Then it’s right back to my grind
Really be steppin wit the steppas outside
I ain't tripping off a bitch.
I got plenty hoes.
She don't put it in my hand.
I'm a let her go.
I be getting to the bag 7-24
Got these **** looking mad
Cuddie blowin’ smoke
Catch me in his bitch ear
I'm the audio
Selling game to a bitch.
All in audible.
Get her hooked then shook
Look Gotta go
Don't have my peers kill a ****
Where the party go?
Knock a Stacy Dash I'm wit Baby Bash
Never lazy
She don’t pay me then I'm on her ass
Look bitch I look rich smellin' like the gas
Driyp Droppy Ricky Bobby you ain't 1st you last
Shawty you can hit me on my line now
Girl don’t mess it up and let him find out
We can take it back to my hideout
Henny bottle still cold we gon’ ride out
Baby I could maybe be your side
Maybe we go chill for the night Then it’s right back to my grind Really be steppin wit the steppas outside
I don't keep it 1 thou I keep it 1 milli
What's really?
Roll it up, smoke some killi
I don't know what you selling but you sold that
You in the presence of a motherfucking cold cat
I lace you up dick you down keep your wheels spinning
You took some L's in the past now you for real
Lets smash baby we can hit the gas
Take you to the honeycomb and we can hit the stash
Ima beat up on your body like an outbreak
Have you screaming out my name like an out take
We did it real
We ain't never had to clout chase
Pack your bags baby
Welcome to my house break
Shawty you can hit me on my line now
Girl don’t mess it up and let him find out
We can take it back to my hideout
Henny bottle still cold we gon’ ride out
Baby I could maybe be your side
Maybe we go chill for the night Then it’s right back to my grind Really be steppin wit the steppas outside
Written by: Reginald Gardner, Ronnie Rey Bryant
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