Sosamann - Drippin On lyrics
[Sosamann - Drippin On lyrics]
XO Saucy nigga got a problem, get whacked
Hit him in the back
Nigga come around, get splat hey, whoa (Hey)
Nigga got a problem, get whacked, damn
If he run, hit him in the back, damn
Nigga come around, get splat, damn
I don't do shit for the gat, ayy
And I got no time to waste, hey
I'm talkin' 'bout grind today, hey
I search and I find a K, hey
'Cause I want the finer things, hey yeah
Ooh drippin' on you, drippin' on
You, drippin' on you, drippin' on you
Drippin' on you, drippin' on you
Geek geek geek geek, drippin' on you
Pour up the drank, what I'm the sippin' on
Yeah
Twist up the gas, what you're hittin' on
Yeah so much sauce, got me drippin' on you
So much sauce, got me, hey
So much sauce, got me splash tastic
I drop the lil' bitch like a bad habit
Smoke too many 'Woods, I feel asthmatic
You might as well call me a bag addict
I count up and get to that cheese, ayy
My diamonds they hittin' on freeze
From Emmitt, best believe they
Came with some G's, ayy
In LA, just smoked up a P
Just copped me a brick, 'bout
To pour up a three, ayy
I live what you fuck niggas dream, yeah
I pull up and bend on the scene, yeah
I pull up with choppers and beams, ayy
The bitch, yeah, she play me like key
Lil' mama, she praisin' like God
Just copped me two, I'm finna have a ménage
Ooh see most of these rappers facades
Smoke too much gas, I'm on
Mars with the stars, ooh
You play then I clap like applause, ooh
You play and get smacked with the rod, ooh
Don't play, there's no games with your boy
Ooh whack him and whoever else saw it, ooh
Just got me a chopper from Goyard, damn
The Glock in it's Yves Saint Laurent
Nigga got a problem, get whacked, damn
If he run, hit him in the back, damn
Nigga come around, get splat, damn
I don't do shit for the gat, ayy
And I got no time to waste, hey
I'm talkin' 'bout grind today, hey
I search and I find a K, hey
'Cause I want the finer things, hey yeah
Ooh drippin' on you, drippin' on
You, drippin' on you, drippin' on you
Drippin' on you, drippin' on you
Geek geek geek geek, drippin' on you
Pour up the drank, what I'm the sippin' on
Yeah
Twist up the gas, what you're hittin' on
Yeah so much sauce, got me drippin' on you
So much sauce, got me, hey
Drippin' on you, drippin' on you
Geek geek geek geek, drippin' on you
Drippin' on you, drippin' on you
Geek geek geek geek, drippin' on you
Pour up the drank, sip, sippin' on, yeah
Twist up the gas, what you're hittin' on
Yeah so much sauce, drip, drippin' on you
So much sauce, got me, hey drip
Hit him in the back
Nigga come around, get splat hey, whoa (Hey)
Nigga got a problem, get whacked, damn
If he run, hit him in the back, damn
Nigga come around, get splat, damn
I don't do shit for the gat, ayy
And I got no time to waste, hey
I'm talkin' 'bout grind today, hey
I search and I find a K, hey
'Cause I want the finer things, hey yeah
Ooh drippin' on you, drippin' on
You, drippin' on you, drippin' on you
Drippin' on you, drippin' on you
Geek geek geek geek, drippin' on you
Pour up the drank, what I'm the sippin' on
Yeah
Twist up the gas, what you're hittin' on
Yeah so much sauce, got me drippin' on you
So much sauce, got me, hey
So much sauce, got me splash tastic
I drop the lil' bitch like a bad habit
Smoke too many 'Woods, I feel asthmatic
You might as well call me a bag addict
I count up and get to that cheese, ayy
My diamonds they hittin' on freeze
From Emmitt, best believe they
Came with some G's, ayy
In LA, just smoked up a P
Just copped me a brick, 'bout
To pour up a three, ayy
I live what you fuck niggas dream, yeah
I pull up and bend on the scene, yeah
I pull up with choppers and beams, ayy
The bitch, yeah, she play me like key
Lil' mama, she praisin' like God
Just copped me two, I'm finna have a ménage
Ooh see most of these rappers facades
Smoke too much gas, I'm on
Mars with the stars, ooh
You play then I clap like applause, ooh
You play and get smacked with the rod, ooh
Don't play, there's no games with your boy
Ooh whack him and whoever else saw it, ooh
Just got me a chopper from Goyard, damn
The Glock in it's Yves Saint Laurent
Nigga got a problem, get whacked, damn
If he run, hit him in the back, damn
Nigga come around, get splat, damn
I don't do shit for the gat, ayy
And I got no time to waste, hey
I'm talkin' 'bout grind today, hey
I search and I find a K, hey
'Cause I want the finer things, hey yeah
Ooh drippin' on you, drippin' on
You, drippin' on you, drippin' on you
Drippin' on you, drippin' on you
Geek geek geek geek, drippin' on you
Pour up the drank, what I'm the sippin' on
Yeah
Twist up the gas, what you're hittin' on
Yeah so much sauce, got me drippin' on you
So much sauce, got me, hey
Drippin' on you, drippin' on you
Geek geek geek geek, drippin' on you
Drippin' on you, drippin' on you
Geek geek geek geek, drippin' on you
Pour up the drank, sip, sippin' on, yeah
Twist up the gas, what you're hittin' on
Yeah so much sauce, drip, drippin' on you
So much sauce, got me, hey drip