Young Thug, Travis Scott, Gunna, Gucci Mane - Floyd Mayweather lyrics

Ayy, ayy (Dun, dun, dun)
This real talk type shit, I swear to God
(Dun-un-un, dun, dun, dun)
We just gon' call this shit "Drip
" you know what I'm sayin'? Ayy

Ayy, little bitch (Drip, Goose)
You ridin' niggas' dick like a bitch
(Drip, Billboard Hitmakers)
Damn, little bitch (yeah)
You ridin' niggas' dick like a bitch
(yeah, Wheezy Beatz)
I got six brand new foreigns on my wrist, ah
(On my wrist)
I got six Forgiatos on my fist, ayy
(On my fist)
I got fifty foreign hoes on my dick, ayy, uh
(Yah yah, yah yah yah yah yah)
I'ma nut in all them hoes
Let's have some chicks (O oh) , ayy
Nigga tried to hit a lick and missed (Blat)
Tried to run then I caught him like a fish
(Caught his ass) , ayy
I'ma catch his ass with the whole clip
(Blat, blat)
I'ma beat they ass up like Ron Artest
(Wah) , ayy
Pussy nigga ran like a Miss (Hah)
I got your bitch up underwater tryna kiss
(Mwah, mwah) , ayy
I'ma gon' and shit and take a piss
(Mwah, mwah) , ayy
We done fucked her legs and fucked her face
(Woo, woo) , ayy

Cash out on that whip, I don't want no rent
(I don't want no rent, yeah)
VVSs hit off that G Star V-neck
(Star V-neck, yeah yeah)
Chop, chop the top off that Stingray Corvette
(Stingray Corvette, skrrt, yeah)
Two bitches with me, they on molly, they on X
(They on X, yeah)
Took my foreign to the club
Pulled in the VIP (Pulled in the VIP, yeah)
Took some hoes to the hotel
And made 'em strip
(And made 'em strip, yeah)
She sucked me loose I had to
Give that bitch a tip (yeah, yeah yeah)
I had to give that bitch a tip (yeah)
Everybody smashed that ho, that bitch the rip
(yeah yeah)

I'm sellin' purple rain, RIP to Prince
(Prince) when I was behind the fence
They treated me like a prince (Woo)
So much jewelry on, her pussy gettin' tense
(Burr, burr)
1017's the ones you don't wanna diss
(Nope, nope) and you can never be like 'Wop
You little snitch (You little snitch)
You make me mad
I have a threesome with your bitch (O oh)
I'm from Custer East Atlanta, yeah, the 6
(yeah, yeah, the 6)
I make one brick turn to two, I know a trick
(Skrrt, skrrt) the walking lick
My chopper is my walkin' stick (Grra, grra)

Everybody got they passport ready to dip, uh
Europe, UK
Twenty-five thousand dollars on a trip
(yeah, yeah) i just
I just found out rats can use they lips
(yeah)
I got, I got, I got me a thirty round clip
(Pew pew) i got one in the head
Thirty-one rounds on my hip, ayy
(yeah, on my hip) okay, Lil Dora said I was
Born with the skill, ayy
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah)
My lawyer say it's guaranteed when he appeal
(He appeal)
I got a bad bitch wit' me, and yeah
She strip

Shake it (yeah) , I tip (yeah)
I sip (yeah, yeah) , I dip (It's lit)
Rip, I drip (yeah) i killed, I
All I eat is lean, no lie, and pills
(Oh my God)
Put that, put that in my girl (Straight up)
Makin' porno videos and takin' stills (yeah)
Turn that, turn that to a film (Drip)
Yeah, anywhere we go (yeah) i bring the snow
I fill your nose (Straight up)
Ether, howdy my mamacita (yeah, yeah)
Stay away Lucifer (It's lit)
She sexy in that all white beater (yeah)
Dynamite no whine up (yeah)
Have you fly from India
Have you fly from China
I won't feel you honestly, strap up 49er
Pew, pew pew pew pew pew
Pew pew pew pew pew-ka-ka

I'm in Vegas spendin' thousands on my chips
(All on chips) i can't love these bitches
Fell in love the rip (Love the rip)
I was, I was
I was doin' this shit just for my peers
I, I would put inside my blood, my sweat
My tears (Sweat and tears)
Do this shit all on my own
Don't need no deal (Don't need no deal)
Di'-diamonds flawless 'round my neck
Gave me a chill (Me a chill)
Late, lately, I've been flyin' on them Lears
(On them Lears) flyin' 'cross the world
These bitches killin' me

Ayy, flood her bank account with
Bands 'cause she feelin' me (Feelin' me)
Nigga, cash on delivery (Delivery)
If it's a snake on my
Clothes then it's double G
I don't like police hoes, ain't no cuffin' me
All my diamonds dancin' like they Bruce Lee
(Wah)
Check out my smile, I got some new teeth
Pop a molly now I'm in the fuckin' air
Cloud nine
Nigga smokin' like the fuckin' bear

We at the Clearport, you niggas never there
(Niggas never there)
I wouldn't even cap, lil' bitch
This our year (This our year)
I do it for my fam, twenty racks on gifts
(Racks on Christmas)
Bitch, we blowin' gas, roll me up a spliff
(Roll me up a spliff) now, what you think a
Young nigga grindin' for?
(What you think I'm grindin' for?)
I sip it 'til I sleep, I might overdose
(I might overdose) she made it out the hood
And left that dope bowl
(She left that dope bowl)
Get them bricks from my mama
She got truckloads (Huh?)

Ayy, fuck you mean you get
It from your mammy, ho? yeah
(Ha ha ha) ayy, diamonds all on my chin
Diamonds on my folk
Piercin' in my nose, diamond in my nose
(In my nose)
Giuseppe open toes, diamonds on my toes
(Diamonds on my toes)
I just got a family pack of Jimmy Choos, damn
I just bought a chopper and
I'm ready to use it, damn
I got a lot of bitches comin' by the twos
I got a lot of bitches, bomin' by the few
(Few)

Big di'-diamonds but we call 'em jewels
(Call 'em jewels)
All, all these racks, think I sell dog foods
(I sell dog food)
Drip, I spend thousand on my fuckin' shoes
(Three thousand on shoes)
Pull up in this Ave
It cost the Christian Loubes (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, watch your mouth
We ain't fuckin' cool (Fuckin' cool)
YSL the mafia, that's a fuckin' fool
(Fuckin' fools) take this shit out and shoot
(Grra, grra, grra)