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Drip Like Ps
Hip-Hop
Drip Like Ps è stato pubblicato il 22 maggio 2026 da Black Soprano Family, LLC come parte dell'album Sold More White Than Jessica
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Data di uscita22 maggio 2026
EtichettaBlack Soprano Family, LLC
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM75

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duffel Bag Hottie
Duffel Bag Hottie
Rap
Black Soprano Family
Black Soprano Family
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Beavers
Julian Beavers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BSF
BSF
Producer

Testi

Yeah, yeah, huh, yup
Yeah, yuh
Yeah, huh, it's
Dolph
Man, you already know a ***** like this
You already know we gon' run this shit
We gon' run this shit up to the ceiling, *****
And the prison shit don't stop none, ***** yeah
Big dog shit,
Rest In Peace, John Seven fingers out the trap, huh
Little ****** can't play with the devil, steppin' on him like a shack
You heard, steppin' on him like a frat
The pack on his way, she know to catch it
Money talker got the foreign off her forked earrings like I'm Franklan Hatchet
Scan on, we got the music turned on, listen, it's time to dispatch it
A whole brick under my mattress, you don't want me, don't let them gas it
Fuck around and get yourself shot ***** mush a ***** in his casket
I'm curving hoes, I'm a bougie *****
She can't fade or not and she ain't waxin', ugh
Ghost guns for the mission I bet I touch some ****** sexual harassment
Broke friends that crossed me
They can't eat with me, I got a fastening
I'm fuckin' on a fine old hoe
She got the bag up, Angela Bassett
I got rich and I wiped me a ratchet
Moved down, Salome bought me a castle, yeah,
yeah, yeah
I'm rollin' up my sleeve, I got my wrist on freeze
20 bands on the heads of all of my enemies, yeah, yeah
Run it up, them bro ****** knockin' to me
Yeah, yeah,
R.I.P. Kwan Pong Fly, I drip like peace
Yeah, yeah,
Lee is all on my chain, boy, I'm super T
Put it down on this hoe, now that bitch won't leave
Yeah, yeah, run it up, them bro' ****** knock down the man
Yeah, yeah,
R.I.P. Kwan Pong Fly, I drip like peace
We get riches in the city
Don't let them tell you different, I got my stock up
I spit raw, bitch, raw in the window, I did got me locked up
I ran my sack up on Kermit Street
***** two hundred P's in a box truck
Ain't going back and forth with you local jokers
Might got the B B's but they not us
Drop the ice, then it rock up, yeah, then pull the drop up
I'm 0244 Bulldog on my waist in the hood when I pop up
I'm official, any jail that I walk in, ***** I better drop nuts, yeah
I got a chrome heart, play the beat, then I jump on my go-yard
I'm the 7-1 Murder, I gotta bust my juice, I might just pull up on the snowboards
Givenchy on my feet, elevate, Merce, they know I'm real cause I sold more
Percs, these broke ****** leanin' off Percs and got nothin' to show for
Hoes see they know Duffels a drug, look Lord, he hit the trip cause I glow more
gang
I'm rollin' up my sleeve, I got my wrist on freeze
20 bands on the heads of all of my enemies, yeah, yeah
Run it up, them bro ****** knockin' to me
Yeah, yeah,
R.I.P. Kwan Pong Fly, I drip like peace
Yeah, yeah,
Lee is all on my chain, boy, I'm super T
Put it down on this hoe, now that bitch won't leave
Yeah, yeah, run it up, them bro' ****** knock down the man
Yeah, yeah,
R.I.P. Kwan Pong Fly, I drip like peace
Written by: Julian Beavers
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