Lyrics

Dripping running puddle flood Hands dirty out the mud Mob ties know plugs No favors no fucks More bottles more blunts Hard knock so what Mil walkie more bucks Ain't stopping good luck They shooting They clapping They dumping They busting They fiending They reaching They itching For something I peep it I notice They nature they motives They vibe is corrosive Cant save em They hopeless Jordan's Joggers Jewelry Jest Palm pilot Pimp shit On fire shit's lit Life's hard So's dick Same side didn't switch I'm ace Rico snitched Short brown smart thick Get money my bitch Big drip from a big fish That catfish get fish fried Devils playground be to lit so nowadays don't shit slide Get yours and I get mine With that said I got no prob Taking it where you wanna go But sometimes I go too far Dripping running puddle flood Hands dirty out the mud Mob ties know plugs No favors no fucks More bottles more blunts Hard knock so what Mil walkie more bucks Ain't stopping good luck Dripping I'm dripping I'm dripping Shit on my wrist got me froze guess I'm cold as a bitch I know some young niggas lit I was down bad on my dick they ain't help out with shit They see what I do and they go try to copy Only fucked her one time why she stalking me My Lil bro called my phone said he proud of me Got to get it all means know it's bound to be I go where he go and she go where we go I pull up big body that tint be illegal I hit on my teacher can't fuck wit no leaches You know when we come we bringing go reefer I call her she be there She ain't do me no good gave her back to the streets I ain't need her Use to be in the bleachers They ain't want to believe in a nigga I swear I been eating Pole right beside me and twelve right behind me If I do the dash I don't think they can find me I'm one of the hottest might get a lil cocky But bitch I'll be damn I might take off yo noggin I like how I spice it up Got the gang right behind you know dat my niggas don't give a fuck I really run it up That lil nigga he worried about me he know imma eat him up Use to sleep on the floor then Now I'm staying in buildings and looking at places to go in I'm always gone go in I ain't never been pussy I come from the gutter fear no man These niggas be flexing wit no band Print on her ass like a suntan Shot my first pistol at redans Shout out my nigga 4 seasons Dripping running puddle flood Hands dirty out the mud Mob ties know plugs No favors no fucks More bottles more blunts Hard knock so what Mil walkie more bucks Ain't stopping good luck
Writer(s): Jabari Kirksey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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