King DCN - RAIN WATER (DRIP DROP) lyrics

King DCN

Yeah
And we're in the fucking Benz
How the fuck you looking at
Me when you see me there?
Now I'm talking about my music
You don't even care
I'm going to make money without them
Moving up a couple levels,  now I'm upstairs
Ay
Making money without them
Making money with you since you never cared
Why are you talking shit? I
Thought we liked each other
I used to be wearing duffel
Bags in the summer
I was wearing a duffel bag
Right in the fucking cover
This whip ain't rented
Why'd you go and ask my mother?
Spent time at the west in the summer
You know I'm in the come up
Saw you laughing at me
Please don't cause no drama
Made this beat last year
Now this is a slapper

Rain, water
Drip, drop
16, they thought I was 20 tops
The other day I went for that criss-cross
Now people wanna see me getting cropped
LV, gift bag
Ted Baker with the fucking lavender
These kids think I'm broke
I don't wear Slazenger
CEO of a record label, ain't no manager

Iced Up London, that's an Icebox
I had to shop at boohooMAN to go and cop
The palm angels look on that fleece top
Catfishing me, like, please stop
Scoring all these nets like 10-0
Greeting all these drums like Hi Tom
Acting like you're London, like
Where you from?
Where you from?
Where you from?
Acting like you're London
Like where you from?
I'm the same kid you're running from
Drinking Lucozade from the corner shop
They said I take L's, I've never flopped
I used to wear red like I'm Donald Trump
Covid-19, I ain't catching nothin'
I'll be famous in two
Thousand and twenty something
They already sold out, like where they gone?
Where they go?
Where they go?
Where they gone?
Spaceship, Model X, space wagon
In the whip, in the whip
On my own
Talking shit, talking shit, now you choke

Rain, water
Drip, drop
16, they thought I was 20 tops
The other day I went for that criss-cross
Now people wanna see me getting cropped
LV, gift bag
Ted Baker with the fucking lavender
These kids think I'm broke
I don't wear Slazenger
CEO of a record label, ain't no manager

I got a hundred problems on my head
On my head
On the mill
On the mill
On the tread
On the tread
Said what I, what I mean, what I said
What I said
Some of you wimpy, like you're Greg
Like you're Greg
Like your name is Greg