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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Drippy J
Songwriter
Tse vic
Songwriter
歌詞
Energy Beats
I just dropped a fuckin tape now the trap jumping
Put some fuckin subs in the trunk now the back jumping
I just fucked a bitch raw now she pregnant she got a fat stomach
Dark ass whip so you better duck if you see the lac comin
Gave a dictionary to a stupid nigga n showed him how to stack on it
I just bought a new stove caught my nigga cooking crack on it
Nigga talkin slick so I had to put that mac on him
Ran from the feds with turbos on my feet call that track hawking
I need to start smoking tree cause my peeps say I'm getting mad often
If a nigga actin like a bitch I bet this blick take this pad off him
N I Promise when I'm up Ima pull up with that scat popping
I can see you actin fake 2020 vision I can see a gnat crawling
I can even see you capping in the booth look yo cap falling
I ain't even try to fuck her that hard but now she got back problems
Problematic ass nigga still fuck her while her dad calling
Bitch I'm ten steps ahead I look back n ask why you still stalling
Diss on my name ima let you feel the drums like Phil Collins
Kick this bitch out she stole my pills she a pill goblin
If getting money was a race then I'm running I see you still walking
Heard this nigga say he was gonna take my bitch but she said ew stop it
Bill said he got a hundred in his pocket right now so I took the bill off him
I really sold you some dank ass shit that's why you still coughing
Disappeared for a min still in the booth and yes I'm still dropping
Pass the song to my nigga Vic he gonna put it in a lil coffin
(Alright C'mon) The cash app done came through
I done sparked a wood then hopped in the booth
One, plus one and I'll hit him with a two
Slide down and pop a nigga up and hit him with a
Alright come on I be talkin' big shit
No cap I had popped a opp off a rip stick
Alright I can't leave the trap till a nigga rich
I was fuckin with the zips now I'm on to pigs
If ya songs had pronouns they'd be Cap/hate
Walking round with a couple dubs in my pants that's some Fat weight
Finally take you rappers out to the bin like a trash day
When you in that booth take the cap off this ain't hat day
I said all you do is penny pinch finally call you Mr. Krebs
I been experimenting they asking if I was built in a lab
Hoe hit my line she ain't got paper so I had to pass
Call what I'm sipping Drake cause this the best I ever had
Got this opp tripping with me he ain't even pop a tab
Get up wit me if you diss you get stretched like a cat
He ain't know how to stack had to show how to plus minus add
Put enough bars in here fuck it go on to the next track
Writer(s): Drippy J
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