Lil Keed, Lil Gotit, Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Drip Babies lyrics

808 Mafia yeah
Slatt Gotit, uh hood talk
Pyrex whipper pyrex
YSL we the drip babies, team
Who do it better? Hood talk, let's go

Ten times three thirty racks on me
Get you whacked by 1017
Ten thousand on Givenchy
All rats, we poison they cheese
They thought we ain't smokin' this G
Got stones on Amiri jeans
All gold Rollie came plain jane (Let's go)
Real bullets, we ain't shooting no blanks
(Hood)
Different drip, my lifestyle strange (yeah)
They kickin' they shit in the rain
(Talk to 'em) just fall back in your lane
Blue hundreds, you thought it was a dream
(Pablo Juan) we S-L-IM-E (Slime)
Ain't switching on my team
We all gon' live this dream

I really ain't feeling your vibe
I can't slide with you, you ain't my slime
Fresh to death like I committed suicide
I fuck on a thot and that bitch ain't mine
Shawty, she fine, if I want it, I'm buyin'
Drip Chanel, XL i'm beating my dick and
I'm leaving out shells
I tell her that I'm Hoodrich, she can tell
Wrap it up 'til it got no smell on it
Spinning the block with the tail on it
You don't want no beef
You want to tell on me
And my bitch ass real, on the dead homies
Niggas stay on that fuck shit, got bail money
All this drip on my body, it's all on me
Got Amiri jeans with the snakes on it
Fuck all that broke shit
Better shake somethin'
Fresh out the trap with the pound cake
When I took the pussy, I was bare face
Bet she run from the dick
Like she tryna escape when they broke
That's the only time they hate
When I'm in court, the only time I wait
Draco on me and it sing like it's Drake
Nut in her mouth
She don't swallow like paste
Fifty racks on me, that's a piece of cake

Ten times three thirty racks on me (Racks)
Get you whacked by 1017
Ten thousand on Givenchy (Let's go)
All rats, we poison they cheese (Woo, woo)
They thought we ain't smokin' this G
(No cap)
Got stones on Amiri jeans (Talk to us)
All gold Rollie came plain jane (Let's go)
Real bullets, we ain't shooting no blanks
(Hood)
Different drip, my lifestyle strange (yeah)
They kickin' they shit in the rain
(Talk to 'em)
Just fall back in your lane (Fall black)
Blue hundreds, you thought it was a dream
(Racks) we S-L-IM-E (Slime)
Ain't switching on my team (Nah)
We all gon' live this dream
(Keed talk to 'em)

Yeah, yeah, hoodbaby
My Fear of God shoes, yeah, they cream
Yeah, blood got Cartier frames
On right now, real drip baby
Yeah, condo paid for
I got in there, I ain't sign no lease
Yeah, marked out Range Rover
At night, I can't even drive, can't see
Yeah ridin' 'round catchin' my plays now
Niggas can't ride with me
Got vibes in the back, ain't no space
Hit her in the studio
Ain't got time to wait
Yeah, yeah, broke ass nigga
Don't call my line
Pocket rocket long, spray it one time
Your ho gon' swarm me like flies
Tell the lil' bitch voila
Tell the lil' nigga gang ties
F&N in my Gucci belt
Shit, we'll let the chopper bullets fly
Boy, get your drip up to par
'Cause they ain't gotta worry 'bout mine
My youngin couldn't get in the club, shit
He parking lot pimping outside (Shit)

Ten times three thirty racks on me (Racks)
Get you whacked by 1017
Ten thousand on Givenchy (Let's go)
All rats, we poison they cheese (Woo, woo)
They thought we ain't smokin' this G
(No cap)
Got stones on Amiri jeans (Talk to us)
All gold Rollie came plain jane (Let's go)
Real bullets, we ain't shooting no blanks
(Hood)
Different drip, my lifestyle strange (yeah)
They kickin' they shit in the rain
(Talk to 'em)
Just fall back in your lane (Fall black)
Blue hundreds, you thought it was a dream
(Racks) we S-L-IM-E (Slime)
Ain't switching on my team (Nah)
We all gon' live this