Drip Ent. - firstly, thanks for the amazing track. Life isn't about fading through it. This hit the spot, more badness, more violence. If you could do just the instrumental to this, I would be very obliged.
What you tellin' me? Yeah, I got Stacks to the right of me I got Mickey to the left of me, huh, wait Woo, yeah, look Ay, what up Hold on, what they talkin' 'bout? What them folks talkin' 'bout? Huh Look Buddy gon', grrrt that, grrrt that, blrrt that, blrrt that Send shots, make him get back All that chit-chat, chit-chat, riff-raff, riff-raff My niggas ain't in to that Nigga be talkin' up, but he ain't on shit (woo) I got like fifty rounds up in this clip (uh) If I go to jail, nigga, I plead the fifth (uh) 'Cause mommy still gon' love her kid Niggas tryna lock me up and give me a bid I'm like, "Nigga, fuck the pigs" The judge like, "Why you actin' like a dick" I said, "I'm movin' like I'm Steven Vick" My lawyer like, "Poppy, why you bring Xan" I said, "I pop a Perc and feel amazin'" Shoot for the stars, I'm a foundation, huh Look at the money, I'm raisin' She wanna fuck, hold on She's stuck in a book, have her wait for arraignment She get dick, edible arrangements That's the only form a payment Shawty a snack And after I slack, I'ma blow out her back She like, "Poppy, you so crazy" I told her, "Wind on me, baby" (huh) She want a star, she wanna fuck and she know who we are These hoes they be dirty, I ain't hittin' them raw When it comes to hoes, I got bitches galore (woo) She wanna grip that, lick that Ass, where the stick at Freak bitch for my dick, where her lips at She gone off gas, no chit-chit (ay) She gone off gas, no chit-chit (ay) Ay, grab up her bum (bum) Here come that boy with the drum (Woo) If I pull it out, then that boy gonna run If he want the smoke, knock this beef out his blunt, ay I go dum-dum-dumb (go dumb) Air it out, leave 'em slum-slum-slumped (baow) Fuck what they say, they know that I'm Gucci Pull up with a pum-pum-pump
