I Got The Drip

Bitch, Bitch, Bitch Yeah You already know what the fuck go on 910, 9 1 fucking 0 Yeah And if you don't Its Jay Yeah Okay Okay Okay Soon as I walk out the door It's a new day to go get me some money I got niggas that'll run it up for me Lock your doors when you see that I'm coming Think I was Omar the way that they running Huh I smell a punk, I smell a bitch What that you see I spy a lick Swiper no swiping This banana split I gotta jet, man i gotta blast If you say that I owe you man that's in the past Hop in the car 120 on the dash Running lights hoping that we don't crash All my life had to fight for some bread Out yo mind if you thinking i'm scared If it's up, better make sure it's there I ain't gotta circle, don't fuck with squares I gotta brick I gotta bitch I'm always crip Finger don't slip Walk with a dip Leg gotta limp Move like a pimp Smooth like a pip Ooo I got the drip You better walk with caution All this splash with the way that I'm saucing They sick, I can tell when they coughing Six feet, send em right to the coffin Do a jig, but I don't do it often Left side only way that I'm walking Speakers loud, I don't hear when they talking He was live, now his body they chalking If it ain't beef, then everything gravy I think music only thing that's gone save me Roll it up, take a sip, got me lazy Name Jay, but yo bitch call me baby We trap like we back in the 80s And you know 910 made me We put our feet all over the pavement Pharmacist serving the patients I got the gas I got the pills Lean with a seal We got a deal Tryna be everybody's favorite hustler I can't go back to being a buster Gold chain hang, yeah they cluster If you ain't talking money aye then shut up If it's a problem my nigga then what up Beat a nigga up then go light the blunt up My boys hanging out to the sun up Heart ice cold in the summer I ain't Stevie, but I make you wonder How she be doing this shit I took a couple of hits Got up, got right back to biz I whip, I flick my wrist I'm hip, I'm turnt, I'm lit If you did me wrong, I ain't forget I ain't even mad, I ain't upset If you in yo feelings, get it off yo chest If you not then, you can save ya breath You ain't even gotta talk me to death Do me a favor, keep it to yourself I ain't ya friend so I don't speak Learned lessons, but I don't teach Got real niggas, and they don't leech Got real ones may they rest in peace I gotta brick I gotta bitch I'm always crip Finger don't slip Walk with a dip Leg gotta limp Move like a pimp Smooth like a pip Ooo I got the drip Ooo I got the drip Ooo I got the drip Unh unh unh I gotta brick I gotta bitch I'm always crip Finger don't slip Walk with a dip Leg gotta limp Move like a pimp Smooth like a pip Ooo I got the drip Ooo I got the drip Ooo I got the drip Unh, unh, unh I got the drip I got the drip