Country Dons - Drippers lyrics
[Country Dons - Drippers lyrics]
(It's Kosfinger, baby)
They ain't know a lot of that countryside
Then, they ain't know a lot of that country
Babygirl, you know
You tryna rass on rich niggas
You know them, only think you bitch niggas
(Chay, chay, chay)
Ay (Skrr, skrr)
You with some rich niggas, drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch niggas
I'm on the streets
Tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain't got
So, I don't get triggered, get triggered
Lit niggas, you was with some rich niggas
Drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch niggas
I'm on the streets
Tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain't got
So, I don't get triggered, get triggered
We're makin' bands in this trap
Fuck a record deal
I don't care about the fame
I just need me these paper bills
The way we do these man dirty
This ain't no regular drill
I need a yard in the sticks
The one in Beverly Hills
And I ain't signin' nothing less
Than a couple of mil'
So we don't feature with the game
'Cause no one's keeping it real
And if you talk on touching me
You must be dreamin' it
Still
That's honey comb set
Pendant VVS on my grills
The gang trap a lot
It's coming like a marathon
Anytime there's beef
The man just stunt and put their cameras on
I do this bally off or bally on
And fuck a tagalong you riding for the gang
You put that saddle on
And I don't care if you don't like me
I don't like you either
I probably put this brudda's reload
On my Jordan sneakers
It's funny since I'm doing good
These man just turned to leeches
Feel to go back to school just
To flex on all my teachers
You with some rich niggas, drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch niggas
I'm on the streets
Tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain't got
So, I don't get triggered, get triggered
Lit niggas, you was with some rich niggas
Drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch niggas
I'm on the streets
Tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain't got
So, I don't get triggered, get triggered
Look, since I got this ice
I'm givin' girls the cold shoulder
Real talk
They aired me for them donnies
With a comb over
And now
These gyal they say they love
Me like I'm Chief Sosa
She's due to move cray after a lil' coca
She's not speakin'
But I understand her through her eyes
Maybe for a night, I'll make you mine
But I can't make a wife
Plus I can't see you round them guys
That's more than vibes
I'm petty
I'll prolly pull up and start taking lives
Soon as I fuck her once
She's gonna come again
I tell her "Use that tongue"
And if you want
Bring a friend
And bro just got the drop on shh
I tell him "Count me in"
I spin their block, pull up on them quick
There ain't no lowin' him
Now all I see is bad B's
Since I got my P's up
She's nicer in the morning like a cold pizza
You know, I make her moan like she Mona Lisa
Bro, I thought to buss my gun
When I can't take no leafer
You with some rich niggas, drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch niggas
I'm on the streets
Tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain't got
So, I don't get triggered, get triggered
Lit niggas, you was with some rich niggas
Drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch niggas
I'm on the streets
Tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain't got
So, I don't get triggered, get triggered
'Course, we don't hang around
Them bitch niggas
Big figures heated pull up in my crib nigga
Your bitch splashing with some real drillers
And once we go clear
I'm buying up some new triggers
Your people ain't safe, now
You ain't about
Drillers on stand-by for when it dies down
There's a countdown on your clock
You're in my swamp, and I'm the croc
He's a pigeon, I'm a hawk
You better listen when I talk
Ay, what? So don't be talking on my name
Keep chattin' up and lambo
Put your picture in a frame
Trappin' so long
I could've made the hall of fame
I'm an OG, now
I let the youngers play the game
But if I'm active
I might spin it on your block
Country Don, hella drip
Why'd you think the gyaldem flop?
I let them fizz me up then I let my soda pop
If they think they're catching me
They gon' need Robocop
They ain't know a lot of that countryside
Then, they ain't know a lot of that country
Babygirl, you know
You tryna rass on rich niggas
They ain't know a lot of that countryside
Then, they ain't know a lot of that country
Babygirl, you know
You tryna rass on rich niggas
You know them, only think you bitch niggas
(Chay, chay, chay)
Ay (Skrr, skrr)
You with some rich niggas, drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch niggas
I'm on the streets
Tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain't got
So, I don't get triggered, get triggered
Lit niggas, you was with some rich niggas
Drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch niggas
I'm on the streets
Tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain't got
So, I don't get triggered, get triggered
We're makin' bands in this trap
Fuck a record deal
I don't care about the fame
I just need me these paper bills
The way we do these man dirty
This ain't no regular drill
I need a yard in the sticks
The one in Beverly Hills
And I ain't signin' nothing less
Than a couple of mil'
So we don't feature with the game
'Cause no one's keeping it real
And if you talk on touching me
You must be dreamin' it
Still
That's honey comb set
Pendant VVS on my grills
The gang trap a lot
It's coming like a marathon
Anytime there's beef
The man just stunt and put their cameras on
I do this bally off or bally on
And fuck a tagalong you riding for the gang
You put that saddle on
And I don't care if you don't like me
I don't like you either
I probably put this brudda's reload
On my Jordan sneakers
It's funny since I'm doing good
These man just turned to leeches
Feel to go back to school just
To flex on all my teachers
You with some rich niggas, drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch niggas
I'm on the streets
Tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain't got
So, I don't get triggered, get triggered
Lit niggas, you was with some rich niggas
Drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch niggas
I'm on the streets
Tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain't got
So, I don't get triggered, get triggered
Look, since I got this ice
I'm givin' girls the cold shoulder
Real talk
They aired me for them donnies
With a comb over
And now
These gyal they say they love
Me like I'm Chief Sosa
She's due to move cray after a lil' coca
She's not speakin'
But I understand her through her eyes
Maybe for a night, I'll make you mine
But I can't make a wife
Plus I can't see you round them guys
That's more than vibes
I'm petty
I'll prolly pull up and start taking lives
Soon as I fuck her once
She's gonna come again
I tell her "Use that tongue"
And if you want
Bring a friend
And bro just got the drop on shh
I tell him "Count me in"
I spin their block, pull up on them quick
There ain't no lowin' him
Now all I see is bad B's
Since I got my P's up
She's nicer in the morning like a cold pizza
You know, I make her moan like she Mona Lisa
Bro, I thought to buss my gun
When I can't take no leafer
You with some rich niggas, drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch niggas
I'm on the streets
Tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain't got
So, I don't get triggered, get triggered
Lit niggas, you was with some rich niggas
Drippers
You know them prolly take your bitch niggas
I'm on the streets
Tell the labels "Up them six figures"
You're talking waps that you ain't got
So, I don't get triggered, get triggered
'Course, we don't hang around
Them bitch niggas
Big figures heated pull up in my crib nigga
Your bitch splashing with some real drillers
And once we go clear
I'm buying up some new triggers
Your people ain't safe, now
You ain't about
Drillers on stand-by for when it dies down
There's a countdown on your clock
You're in my swamp, and I'm the croc
He's a pigeon, I'm a hawk
You better listen when I talk
Ay, what? So don't be talking on my name
Keep chattin' up and lambo
Put your picture in a frame
Trappin' so long
I could've made the hall of fame
I'm an OG, now
I let the youngers play the game
But if I'm active
I might spin it on your block
Country Don, hella drip
Why'd you think the gyaldem flop?
I let them fizz me up then I let my soda pop
If they think they're catching me
They gon' need Robocop
They ain't know a lot of that countryside
Then, they ain't know a lot of that country
Babygirl, you know
You tryna rass on rich niggas