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Drip (feat. Spock)
1,584
Hip-Hop/Rap
Drip (feat. Spock) was released on December 20, 2018 by TMG as a part of the album Locals Only
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Release DateDecember 20, 2018
LabelTMG
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tiny Meat Gang
Tiny Meat Gang
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cody Kolodziejzyk
Cody Kolodziejzyk
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lemme tell you 'bout the drip
I'm at the function uninvited, rocking all designer shit
I'm sitting on a Louis throne wearing Gucci toe socks
Staring at a sea of TJ Maxx, ah
I got the Fendi carabiner on the water bottle
Balenciaga looking wavy on my squash goggles
You got a satchel for your stash, that's a fad
I spend a couple grand cash on the Gucci mousepad
[Verse 2]
Yellow diamonds on my china plates, uh
VVS on my retainer case, uh
Fendi razor when I shave my face
I got that Versace doorbell - welcome to my place
[Verse 3]
And there's a pool in the back
Got haters looking sad when they peep that 'Berry swim caps
That's no cap got the Givenchy right on my back
And underneath the Amiri pants I rock a Gucci jockstrap
(Wait, whats up?)
[Verse 4]
Lemme tell you 'bout the drip
Credit card charged up, hope my mom don't flip
Gucci gun, Margiela clip
Got the Louis V beat and the Fendi ad-lib
Lemme tell you 'bout the drip
Credit card charged up, hope my mom don't flip
Gucci gun, Margiela clip
Got the Louis V beat and the Fendi ad-lib
[Verse 5]
You see that fit, everything I'm rocking handmade
I got this amish bitch she making daddy marmalade
We raisin' sheep all int he back, that's how I'm making suede
And I never pat for Timberlands's 'cause that's my trade
That new whip, cracking, smacking that horse ass
My woodgrain wagon so old fashioned I make it go fast
Your girl asked me to plow her fields 'cause she know you won't
She into animals, 'cause she fuckin' with the G.O.A.T
My back hurting churning dope
We in the soil growing smoke
She going numb off my strokes
Organic yogurt int he the throat
Drip so hard my Louis sweater moist
My dick two-tone, call it a Phantom Royce
Im only fuckin' with designer 'roids
I'm ballin' out not like them other broke boys
[Verse 6]
Lemme tell you 'bout the drip
Credit card charged up, hope my mom don't flip
Gucci gun, Margiela clip
Got the Louis V beat and the Fendi ad-lib
Lemme tell you 'bout the drip
Credit card charged up, hope my mom don't flip
Gucci gun, Margiela clip
Got the Louis V beat and the Fendi ad-lib
[Verse 7]
Oh, I got that Louis V on
I got that Louis V on
You got the Louis V on, Know I'm fuckin' with that Gucci
You know I'm fuckin' with that Louis
Oh, and I'm gonna drown in that booty
And now I'm fuckin' with your bitch in some Gucci
Written by: Cody Kolodziejzyk
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