Listen to Restraining Order by Drippy J

Restraining Order

Drippy J

Hip-Hop/Rap

1 Shazams

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan E. Johnson
Jordan E. Johnson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Rappin' so much, these beats want a restraining order Talkin hella spicy on these beats I ain't even thinkin' normal Mind fucked up I'm bouta do somethin' horrible Tryna build my way to the top like I just threw a port-a-fort Before rio hop on any song he Probably already poured a four You tried to put your two cents in, why the fuck you bring a quarter for? You stuck in the past I'm ahead bouta finish quarter four Could be talkin about football or cash I just put in a quarter more Inside out is how I think, finna tell you somethin' important more... Ahhh I mean more important Different language, talkin backwards I'm tryna change the chorus You might as well quit cause you won't even catch me tryna forfeit You don't get what I'm sayin' light the blunt and take more hit's Put me in the game I bet I could probably take more hit's This slick talkin' I talkin bout that poor shit This shit talkin, I'm outer space I'm talkin orbit This stick talkin, not like the branch that you walk with This trick talkin, blew off her mouth no more lips Twisted mind, cut off her boobs no more tits Heard they played my song downtown and got the court lit Freestyled this song but I'm really finna record it Play my shit you get lifted, like a forklift This beat endin' Spittin bars tryna fit more in This crazy, I just made this shit in the mornin' Had to double back but to be honest I ain't even wanna finish You ain't official, you got some fake people that you runnin' with When I make a deadline with the cheese I wanna double it No basketball but I'm hard to shoot like a double rim Bad since a kid I'm the kid you always got in trouble with Fuck that y'all ain't never really fuck with me, I've been the troubled kid Bloodstain on the floor don't give a fuck just throw a rug on it Shit talkin' on this beat so I threw a punt on it Bars go right over your head liked a farris wheel, you gettin' spun on it Different ride though like a bloody war, you ain't havin' fun in it Finna have my own business, the big boss yes I'm runnin it If you play a hard beat around me fuck it then I'm runnin' it Catch 'em from the back of the crib, he thought I was runnin' in Playin around, grab the gun, open his mouth, stick the gun in it You said there's a meat grinder over there? stick his tongue in it Heard he a rat so we finna have some scary fun with 'em
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