Dripple Dragons

(album: The Gift 3 - 2020)

[FMB DZ:]
I throw a bag at your ass if you a hustler
I show some love, I get some extras to the customers
Nigga tried to run with that pack, we gon' punish him
And I got some niggas in the V, they in Huntington
And I got a couple of young niggas like to shoot shit
What type of nigga will pull up with it but won't do shit?
Nigga catch a bullet to the head for those loose lips
Make a hundred thousand of rapping, I ain't average
I can't have my nigga Boom around cause he a savage
And I put the switch on the Glock, it's automatic
I tear a nigga block down, bitch, and some
Ever seen a nigga spit a 100 out a handgun
I be stepping on these niggas and I walk light
I get you knocked off on your off night
Nigga tried to rock me to sleep, he got put to sleep
I'm talking ambulance, yellow tape, white sheets
Niggas know what type of smoke come behind me
Me and my niggas high as hell, we like zombies
I pop another, heard the opps can't find me
You are repressed, big Whoop come remind me
The last thing my niggas fought was a body
Out a blue big Benz, ask Barry
Fucking all you niggas hoes, Mike Larry
Whoop my nigga, turn to hoes, Tyler Perry

[Sada Baby:]
Last thing that I fought was my mans, huh
Dumbass forgot I had hands, huh
Last thing I thought about was some bands, huh
First thing I went and bought was a mag, huh
Lil' blood, gon' shoot for me, you know he more than down
I got people in the V, I'm talking Morgan Town
I seen an opp turn my fifty to a forty round
And then a thirty round, committing murder now
I had a chopper lit, burn your brib up
Fucking yo baby mama, wake the kids up
Sock a nigga in his stomach, get his ribs crushed
Used to bully niggas up in school, made 'em skip lunch
I wouldn't let a pussy nigga eat nutting
Put the chops down and then I beat 'em up
A1, top-side, got the street jumping
We ain't never gotta swipe shit 'cause we keep money
I grab the nine on 'em, tell 'em keep the hundred
Get up on 'em close range, leave a nigga bloody
Lil' bitch give the best brain, she don't even study
I got what you want, what you need, leave both [?]
Got the strap on me, need no buddies
Fuck yo lean, bitch, me mo' muddy
On the road be dolla, me, ski, both thugging
Yo bitch got a bloody nose, she sniff the fent'
If I don't move all my 'bows, I'll pitch a bitch
Yo hoe addicted to the stick, can't quit the dick
I'm shooting all the extras off rip, when I flip the clip
I'm MJ in the play-offs, can't miss the shift
Ten milli and a four-five on my hip equipped
Dang-a-lang on her coochie thang, dip in her mix
Jang-a-lang with the junkie gang, percs in her grits
Birthdays off work plays, twerking my wrists
Celebrating with the whole gang, sizzurp and Crys'
Gotta swang in both lanes, then swerve the whip
Lil' twerking bitch, want me to quit serving bricks
Ain't worth it bitch, give a fuck 'bout no squirting shit
Can't do fuck about nothing, you niggas ain't gang gang, then it's fuck 'em
I don't give a fuck bout nutting, you niggas ain't gang gang, then it's fuck 'em
I don't give a fuck bout nutting, you niggas ain't gang gang, then it's fuck 'em
I don't give a fuck bout nutting, you niggas ain't gang gang, then it's...