Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Tony Son
Tony Son
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richie Souf
Richie Souf
Producer

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
I pour a four in the Sprite
Gunna control the hype
No gay shit, my clothes is tight
I ride like a motorbike
Moonwalk on my soul like Mike
I'm fuckin' your ho tonight
Yeezy Boots on and I might take a hike
Your shit trash, I don't see why you pipe
[Verse 2]
If I gamble I roll the dice
I know scammers that are known to swipe
Keep a hammer, I know you ain't right
VVS's like frozen ice
Yeah, I know but I still take advice
Need to feed all my bros off of rice
Heard them crackers tryna play with your life
Get that dollar and don't drop a dime
That's why they pinning cases
Fuck it, it feel like we made it
[Verse 3]
Had a bucket now it's a Mercedes
It's Young Gunna the motherfuckin' latest
Ain't no cash shit, I came out here shady
But I walk anywhere on this pavement
Wrap the work then I'm back to the basics
Ain't racist, I'm fuckin' all races
But I see you going places
[Verse 4]
Hop in that 'Rari and race it
That's calamari, I taste it
I'm at the Ori in Vegas
I keep it so real, I can't fake it
I been sippin' that lean, got me lazy
I might stroke on it raw, have a baby
**** I shoot the AR like a Haitian
[Verse 5]
I'm drippin' on 'em
I'm drippin' on 'em, yeah
I'm drippin' on 'em, I'm drippin' on 'em
I'm drippin' on 'em, I'm drippin' on 'em
[Verse 6]
Yeah, I took that drip to the palace
A drip you couldn't even imagine
This drip gon' make me a legend
I hop in that coupe, it got gadgets
I got an FN and it's plastic
Not the small 'fence, I'm keeping it padded
Blue cheese hundred all over my salad
I got some hoes in Magic
No capping, I know I'm having
I'm throwing your ho, let her have it
I hide the bankroll in the attic
In the safe and I bet you can't hack it
Nothing nice if you touch without asking
You get hit in that Benz-four-door-matic
[Verse 7]
If you get diss you get shot when you lackin'
Used to rock that Ed Hardy jacket
Now it's bumble Balmains costing rackades
I get hundreds bent up in the basket
I've been killing the game with no casket
My lil' bro bought a party package
I stay geeked up, I think I'm an addict
[Verse 8]
I've been fucking this freak, I'm her daddy
Think you cuffing it, but I been had it
Like the roof with the stars
I'ma put it in park
Been fucking her hard
She don't want me to stop
I've been dripping it all
Twenty racks in the mall
We been living it large
Yeah, I dripped from the start
[Verse 9]
I'm drippin' on 'em
I'm drippin' on 'em, yeah
I'm drippin' on 'em, I'm drippin' on 'em
I'm drippin' on 'em, I'm drippin' on 'em
Written by: Sergio Kitchens
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