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Gunna - Drip or Drown Remix (feat. Lil Yachty) [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Lil Yachty
Lil Yachty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer

Lyrics

Yup, yup Two Benzes, one Bentley Coupe, and two Beamers Think I'm a seamstress, I stay in the cleaners 2K my sweatsuit, I walk with demeanor Sippin' on lean, can you tell me who leaner? Showin' me pics of your ho, I done seen her 23 racks got me feeling like Tinker I like your bitch 'cause her pussy look pinker Made that hoe cum with two rings on my fingers Crocodile seats and my cousin look like he been shippin' packs And we back, yeah, that's a fact Lately, I promise I been on my bull You finna get shot, acting like you cool Drip to my socks, in Ellesse, I'm a fool Sickö my brother, he stay with a tool If you won't pop it, boy, pass it to Tuan Flipped in your bitch, dawg, her pussy a pond Feel like a swan laying in the Don Juan Yeah, I been an artist, but not rap, boy, icon Fuck these new niggas, I ain't 'em, too foreign My bitch a fairy, she walk with a wand JBan$ my brother, if I fight, he scuffle That's not a joke, that boy can't wait ot tussle TEC-9, no 'tussin, these stripper hoes bussin' Lustin', not lovin', my guap, bitch, keep buzzin' (yeah) I got woodgrain on my Damier Buckle (uh) Cool quarter mill' in my Goyard duffle (yeah) I won again so you still gotta shuffle Born with the drip and just learned how to hustle (hus') Look at your bitch through these Dior bifocals (look) I get me some head, she bend that shit over (yeah) They say lately I been lookin' like dollars (yeah) Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a golfer (drip) We ride in foreigns, ain't no more Impalas (foreigns) They ain't have the newborn, but I got baby bottles (ah) Shoppin' at Barney, I drip like a model (yeah) Watch how I drip when I hit that Met Gala (yeah) Codeine I sip with my lip, don't get splattered (sip) Doctor told me I got l lean in my bladder (mm) Run through this cash like family don't matter (cash) I got your back, feel the same pain together (yeah) Pop off the tag of my Palm Angels sweater (yeah) Baby blue Jag' made my mom feel better (yeah) Fucked a snow bunny at my show at Coachella (yeah) VVS, damn, they pointers in my bezel (yeah) We move too fast, it get slimy as ever (slime) Life is too grimy, I watch for the devil (grime) It's a Rolls-Royce, and it comes with umbrellas (ooh) 2018 and that Porsche is Carrera (hey) Goyard pouch (hey) Racks in the quarter ounce (hey) Two accounts (hey) Large amounts, ooh (yeah) Shop around (hey) Designer down, ooh (yeah) Drip or drown (hey) Drip or drown, ooh (yeah) Killin' these hoes, need to call paramedics (kill) New Fendi runners, I feel athletic (yeah) Run that shit up, bought my partner a Patek (hey) Blowin' this cash, it was times we ain't have it (yeah) Got 21 bitches, I must be a savage (yup) Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like acid (yup) Pourin' this Hi-Tech, I'm sippin', relaxin' (yeah) Vibes in L.A., Gunna fuckin' the baddest (vibes) FN ain't plastic, put him in a casket (uh) I wiped his nose quickly, pass him a napkin (slime) Got an addiction, in love with this fashion (yeah) Prayin' for all of my bros like we Catholic (pray) Lifetime of hats, 'cause you always be cappin' (hey) Niggas ain't eatin', stop cappin', you ain't fastin' (cap) Can't get no sleep 'cause my life is all action (yeah) See how shit happened, I made it in rappin' (yeah) Goyard pouch (hey) Racks in the quarter ounce (hey) Two accounts (hey) Large amounts, ooh (yeah) Shop around (hey) Designer down, ooh (yeah) Drip or drown (hey) Drip or drown, ooh (yeah)
Writer(s): Miles Parks Mccollum, Wesley Tyler Glass, Sergio Giavanni Kitchens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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