Lil Duke, Lil Gotit, Guap Tarantino - Drip Talk lyrics

[Lil Duke, Lil Gotit, Guap Tarantino - Drip Talk lyrics]

Ridin' in a coupe
Fresh as hell nigga wearin'
White outside the booth can't tie my shoe
I got diamonds on my boots
Can't tie my shoe‚ I got
Diamonds on my boots
Yeah bitch‚ check my kicks
Look at my wrist‚ VVS
Broke ass niggas ain't talm' 'bout shit
Yeah, we like the army
They ain't steppin' on shit
Nigga try to lease‚ boy they
Might as well get
Real fat nigga, I'll take your bitch
Heard you pay for it, I ain't pay for shit
Nigga still ridin' but I'd rather get rich
Got in the booth‚ started poppin' my shit
Got in the booth, started makin' them hit's
Pull up to your hood, we still got sticks
Yeah, we turn a studio to a snake pit

Yeah, this not a perc, this a tesla
Bitch talkin' crazy, doin' extra
Yeah, shut up, nigga got my check up
Pillow talkin', then you get wet up
I pull up on a nigga with the cutter
I fucked his main bitch with a rubber
I'm with Duke
(Let's go) , that my muhfuckin' brother
I salute, never hate on my brother, yeah

I got coupes and they not fuckin' rentals
Me and big cuh want the M's, not McDonalds
Mickey, sticky
Blue hunnids on me and they sticky
Nigga and his bitch is a rat
I call 'em both yeah Mr and Ms pinky
The shit you smokin' on ain't wet
You don't even deserve to be in the trap
Pull a shtain on highway on the way to slatt
With three big booty vibes in the back
We don't fuck with snakes
Yeah I want that cat
Off block late night, slimes, yeah they lack
Big flash comin' out them Dracos
Boom boom-ka-ka-ka, yeah they wild wild west
Yeah, I pop a muhfuckin' pill
Big, big cup boy, tell your ass that

Yeah, this not a perc, this a tesla
Bitch talkin' crazy, doin' extra
Yeah, shut up, nigga got my check up
Pillow talkin', then you get wet up
I pull up on a nigga with the cutter
I fucked his main bitch with a rubber
I'm with Duke, that my muhfuckin' brother
I salute, never hate on my brother, yeah

We ain't fuckin' with you if
You don't got crop
Your main ho gave a nigga top
Nigga 2 Gs like some Gucci flip flops
Treat me like a CEO, we rockin' big water
I'ma put the Patek on my daughter
Flyin' her all 'round the world
Bring all your friends
You know I'ma spoil her
I just got back from a sold out show
Me and big Guap, we don't love no hoes
Sippin' on that lean
I done poured up a four
Remember all them days I was
Trappin' out the store
Look at me now, turned myself to a boss
So quick to tell a broke bitch to get lost
She suck my dick and I aimed at her mouth
Pop the X pill, boy, shit don't fuck around

Yeah, this not a perc, this a tesla
Bitch talkin' crazy, doin' extra
Yeah, shut up, nigga got my check up
Pillow talkin', then you get wet up
I pull up on a nigga with the cutter
I fucked his main bitch with a rubber
I'm with Duke, that my muhfuckin' brother
I salute, never hate on my brother, yeah

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