Zaytoven, Lil Gotit - Drip Jacker lyrics

[Zaytoven, Lil Gotit - Drip Jacker lyrics]

Zaytoven

Real Hood Baby, that's no joke
I like Dolce on my ho
Rock Amiris with my folks
Raf Simons match my car
Live in Miami and hit tops off
Your big dawg don't want smoke
X 'em out, tic tac-toe
I was just broke a year ago
Now I'm in Cali blowin' O's
With exotic bitches touchin' toes
Got my own wave, take some notes
Gon' run that check 'til my feet exhaust
Won't be surprised if they take my flow
Yeah, we them guys at the show
Stook these racks and watch 'em pour

Young crew with me, ready to catch a case
B Slime with me, ready to catching your bae
Incoming drip, dripping in BAPE
Catch me in traffic, shoot you in a race
The way I move, we don't relate
You know who I'm 'round, nigga, don't play
I don't hog the bag, pass it right off
Why the bitch coming back like a relay
Keep it cool, plan my moves
Psycho mood with these jewels
Wettest pool, yeah, you burnt take a stool
Nigga, you broke, you gon' live a loss
Pull up with a bad-ass foreign mami, uh
Live life like OJ, I got juice
Big Balencis, yeah, size 42
You a worker, nigga, so take my order
Yeah, everybody with me eatin'
That's an expensive order
Yeah, I'ma still run these streets
But I'ma play it smarter
Yeah, I'm still chasin' the bag, ooh
My legs caught it

Real Hood Baby, that's no joke
I like Dolce on my ho
Rock Amiris with my folks
Raf Simons match my car
Live in Miami and hit tops off
Your big dawg don't want smoke
X 'em out, tic tac-toe
I was just broke a year ago
Now I'm in Cali blowin' O's
With exotic bitches touchin' toes
Got my own wave, take some notes
Gon' run that check 'til my feet exhaust
Won't be surprised if they take my flow
Yeah, we them guys at the show
Stook these racks and watch 'em pour

I need a time-out
Hood Baby don't play around
Come in, air it out, yeah
With whole hundred rounds
Ooh, my meds out, now I'm finna spazz out
If that bitch ain't fine
Take that trash out addy addict, black caddy
Ridin' with ratchet, rockin' a Patek
These niggas drip jacking
Freshest here, you casket ready
I'm a skinny bandit, MAC-10
Fuckin' blast it

Wet-ass water, diamonds, they an ocean, ah
Even though I can't swim, I'ma still go
We ballin', break the rim
Livin' so much fun
When they shot it, we didn't scram
Nigga stood right there

Real Hood Baby, that's no joke
I like Dolce on my ho
Rock Amiris with my folks
Raf Simons match my car
Live in Miami and hit tops off
Your big dawg don't want smoke
X 'em out, tic tac-toe
I was just broke a year ago
Now I'm in Cali blowin' O's
With exotic bitches touchin' toes
Got my own wave, take some notes
Gon' run that check 'til my feet exhaust
Won't be surprised if they take my flow
Yeah, we them guys at the show
Stook these racks and watch 'em pour

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