Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smino
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Smith Jr.
Songwriter
Michael Neil
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phoelix
Producer
Elton "L10MixedIt" Chueng
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
See, baby, huh
Drip like I jumped right off in the lake
Forgot I can't swim, now I'm stuck, hyperventilate
Drowned in my drip on that ho
Think I see the shore, I'm not sure
If I don't touch the bay and I drown here today
Know that drip just a leak in my ship
Did it for the pussy
**** get neck tats to hide that they pussy
Buyin' Maybachs till they broke on they back
Tell the truth, ****
[Verse 2]
You look like you talk too much
You front yo move, you don't do shit
All that talk, you strugglin', bruh
You strugglin', sis, we not stupid
All that drip, you drowned, you drip, you drowned
You drip, drop, drowned in it
All that drip, you drowned, you drip, you drowned
You drip, drip, drowned in it, huh
[Verse 3]
(I was told) Make money, don't let the shit make you
(That's the code) Be yourself, they had better respect you
(If they don't) Bring it to they neck, till it's see-through
Blood suckas close, **** swattin' mosquitos
(I was told) Make money, don't let the shit make you
(That's the code) Be yourself, they had better respect you
(If they don't) Bring it to they neck, till it's see-through
Blood suckas close, **** swattin' mosquitos
[Verse 4]
Mark my turds, I'ma shit on these nerds
Bock-bock, he scared to shoot, he chicken curry
I'm Port Antonio, Jamaica, swervin'
Don't call my phone unless it's urgent, heard me?
Cold as February, we sauced up like Nando's
Ho, the Peri Peri very necessary
I'm swervin' early, 7:30
Movin' off adrenaline, damn did you sleep? (Barely)
Cruisin' wit' my **** to the boatloads, where we
Seen a couple land hoes, seen a few fish ****
You ain't got Tilapia, really you a shrimp ****
I be in that water like a ship
I just won another chip with them zilch **** (Zilchy, babe)
Woo, fuck up the rule like I'm 50, baby
Jump on this stick and start shiftin', baby
Tryna blow out yo engine, baby
[Verse 5]
You look like you talk too much
You front yo move, you don't do shit
All that talk, you strugglin', bruh
You strugglin', sis, we not stupid
All that drip, you drowned, you drip, you drowned
You drip, drop, drowned in it
All that drip, you drowned, you drip, you drowned
You drip, drop, drowned in it
[Verse 6]
(I was told) Make money, don't let the shit make you
(That's the code) Be yourself, they had better respect you
(If they don't) Bring it to they neck, till it's see-through
Blood suckas close, **** swattin' mosquitos
(I was told) Make money, don't let the shit make you
(That's the code) Be yourself, they had better respect you
(If they don't) Bring it to they neck, till it's see-through
Blood suckas close, **** swattin' mosquitos
[Verse 7]
I told her hurry it up, she on the tub, man (Hurry up)
The world filthy, want no scrubs
Need the TLC, gimme the love
We was chilly, chill, caught my left eye at the club
Nowadays hoes asking, "Where my hug?"
I'm like, "Uhh"
[Verse 8]
"Oh my God Smino, Smi"
Hey, how come every time I come out this motherfucka
You in this motherfucka tryna show out in this motherfucka?
I'm tryna catch my motherfuckin' groove out this ho, man, watch out
Written by: Christopher Smith Jr., Michael Neil