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Drip$et (feat. M.O Bagz)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Drip$et (feat. M.O Bagz) was released on October 29, 2021 by New Money Old Money Records as a part of the album Drip$et (feat. M.O Bagz) - Single
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Release DateOctober 29, 2021
LabelNew Money Old Money Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damon Willians
Damon Willians
Songwriter
Eric Williams-Stearnes
Eric Williams-Stearnes
Songwriter
Cire Stearnes
Cire Stearnes
Songwriter
Aubree Williams
Aubree Williams
Songwriter
Courtland Barham
Courtland Barham
Songwriter

Lyrics

Came from the back doe
Lil joe know what I'm betting **** 10 or 4
Money over nat hoes
Ain't gotta ask you know I'm strapped doe
I'm so eddy free jack doe
Free james til he back doe
Told that **** when re ready
I can front him like I'm castro
Get the shhh wit the stamp doe
Know a **** love to cook
I'm stepping on it like a frat doe
Fuck these hoes better stack doe
**** cracked **** assholes
These **** don't be feeling froggy **** tadpoles
I'm up forreal these **** talking bout lab stones
Huh
Got some money got some jewelry got some hate wit it
It's four letters **** better not play wit it
Came up with different kids
Boy my **** played different
Man hunt wit bb guns made our aim different
This what that break it down to 60 dolla eighths get you
Staying faithful to the grind this what the game get you
Run it back let it stack make the cake bigger
Hatin **** that's gone get you to your grave quicker
Too in shape move work like two a day
In and out of rental plates getting off like interstates
Set the price boy you paying or you ain't
We don't renegotiate catch a bullet from the k
You facing time see who real and who fake
Itty got caught with that fire got whatever on his case yeah
If he get time know that boy gone be straight
Cus he as solid as they come I just pray his mom ok yeah
Everyday this shit get realer and realer
I smoke a eighth and contemplate on how to murder rhonda gene killer
Put that **** in the bag once the beam hit in
Ain't shit to drop some cash Fuck around have the team get him
He say it's up we hoping out of the fiend rental
The streets ain't been the same **** got too much greed in em
Still dirty working but I'm trapping in clean Denim
This for the streets til I die I'ma bleed in em
This for my hood til I die I'ma ground in it
Still posted in the yellow wit the zips and the pounds in it
Double wrap the bales cuz the troops got the hounds with em
Glock 19 and it got 30 rounds in it
I'ma drop kit at icebox that's the right move
Crushed up ice cubes prolly blow a light fuse
Was dime bagging after class after high school
I learned more from crack house than a classroom
Know I got mine out a glass pot wasn't silver spooned
My shoebox was a stash spot wasn't no nike shoes in it
Just some light blues in it and a dirty .380 praying mom don't go in it.
Came from the back doe
Lil joe know what I'm betting **** 10 or 4
Money over nat hoes
Ain't gotta ask you know I'm strapped doe
I'm so eddy free jack doe
Free james til' he back doe
Told that **** when re ready
I can front him like I'm castro
Get the shhh wit the stamp doe
Know a **** love to cook
I'm steppin' on it like a frat doe
Fuck these hoes better stack doe
**** cracked **** assholes
These **** don't be feeling froggy **** tadpoles
I'm up forreal these **** talking bout lab stones
Huh
Written by: Aubree Williams, Cire Stearnes, Courtland Barham, Damon Willians, Eric Williams-Stearnes
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