DRIP HOBBY (feat. King Prince)
We burning up my tree
She try to fuck me with no fee
Half and half, she was like some tea (Arnold Palmer)
Fuck a bitch with a degree
You know me, it's not cheap
I jump with the leap, cast my line out to the sea
Everything cannot be what it seems
Gotta find my way onto the team
They don't know my scheme
Or my fit, or my drip
Your girl be at my hip
She take me off the tip
I drip it in her lip
She take a sip
Leak like a faucet and I toss it
Catch the bag and Randy Moss it
Fight the urge and I just lost it
Put 50 on her rock now she coming for the cock
She hop in the ride then we go inside
I got the checks on my feet them stripes have no heat
Kinda left it, disrespect it
Don't say shit, but I gotta hit
Here to spit, your girl gave me grip, uh
Then she love my drip
I took her on a trip, minutes didn't skipped
Time went by, I was fly
Running shit, gunning hits
Hitting licks, fucking bitch
I didn't mean to switch but I gotta hit the lick
She gotta lick my dick then I be posting with the pics
Smoke the pack
Hit the track
Buying shoes off the rack
I never lack
Shoe game fire, Yeezy straight through the wire
Told me I'm her desire
While I wear my designer
Murakami it's a drip hobby (Dolla)
Met her in the lobby
Fucking on the top it was on the low (Dolla)
Your bitch is sold, sold
She fuck me for my gold
Punani got mold
My bro fold, he like my laundry
Fuck his bitch or mine call it quandary
I might fuck her with his auntie (Ahhhh)
I just went sub zero with a dime from the east side
She swears that she's mine but I don't got no time for that
Posted with Huntaps we smoke on a lot of pack
I pull on her hair cuz she says that she's into that
I tell her I hope so like Kodak to Charlemagne
I got my heart broke but I don't ever feel the pain
I just smoke out the baddies how can you be mad at me
I be so perked up I don't know what is happening
She sucking me up so I'm calling her Kirby
I know internet haters that wish they could hurt me
I know Barbie girls and they wish they could stab me
I know 40 hoes and they wish they could have me
Yeah, And that's on mine (Pussy, yeah!)
And that's on mine
She wanted love, but she ran out of time (For real!)
She wanted trust, but bitches never get mine (Prince)
And she wanted the drugs, and she wanted 3 at time (What the fuck?!)
I keep a time share, I keep all my money working
You can't see lights here, in the dark i be lurking (Ahhh!)
You cannot come here, or I'll have to close the curtain (Yeah)
Jvkc yeah, them 419 boys they deserve it (For real!)
And you know that that's the truth hoe
If I got on all white on just know I'm feeling like the pope
But if I'm wearing all black just know I'm feeling like a vamp (Yeah)
And if I'm on a track with dolla know it's lit like a lamp (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And if the beat is prod by Huntaps know it's pressing like a stamp (On god)
But if you reaching psycho bitch I won't let u get a chance (On god)
You reaching like you tweaking bitch so what the fuck is up (What the fuck is up?)
I don't need no friends no more I stack paper that's enough (Yeah!)
Smoke the pack
Hit the track
Buying shoes off the rack
I never lack
Shoe game fire, Yeezy straight through the wire
Told me I'm her desire
While I wear my designer
Murakami it's a drip hobby
Met her in the lobby
Fucking on the top it was on the low
Your bitch is sold, sold
She fuck me for my gold
Punani got mold
My bro fold, he like my laundry
Fuck his bitch or mine call it quandary
I might fuck her with his auntie
She be coming for that pipe
I just hit on sight (On sight)
It's aight
We gon fold on bros tonight
So I burn it down as we lose a crown (R.I.P.)
We be drippy, we just drowned
No revive and I won't be down
We out here to be found
Nobody got my sound
I ain't rocking with no clown
You deserve to be down and I spit it like that
Time to be hitting the gas
Time to be grabbing the bag
All this paper be making money talk
So much talk on the sidewalk
Making money stretch for a mile
Talking about it for awhile