Drippin by TaFine$$e Lyrics
I been drippin’
I been splashin’
Get the chicken
Get the cash in
You ain’t shoppin?
Why you askin?
When we drop in
We bring semi automatics
On the road, to make it happen
We ain’t do show
But we was clappin’
I needa smoke
I need the wraps and
I need the dro
To keep me relaxed &
I’m jus tryna chill, ‘cause I don’t wanna spazz
I been in the field, you playin’ in the grass
I’m tryna make it stack, you sittin’ on yo ass
I spend it just to make it back, for you it doesn’t last
Who taught you how to make a rack?
You was in the wrong class
I would make a pack, but I don’t wanna smoke the wrong gas
Take it back, never
I meant everything I said
Make a rack, I’m clever
So I’m make it flip again
This shit facts
Never, spittin’ anything pretend
You get whacked
I bet you never say that shit again
You get smacked if I see you reachin’ out another hand
You attack me first, then it’s simply self defense
I went back and forth, tryna make another band
She came back for more, she jus gave another chance
Hit it from the back of course and put her in another stance
She keep asking for more like she don’t seem to understand
You get froze up, like the next blizzard
Lift her clothes up, I’m a sex wizard
Shorty poled up, know her tec’s wit her
Shorty got a hold up, while you textin’ her
Yeah I know bruh
I’m right next to her
That shit was cold
TaéFine$$e wit her
If yo shawty go
TaéFine$$e get her
Always on the go, never been a quitter
I be quiet tho, like the babysitter
Shorty gotta go, but she wanna take me wit her
Not ya average joe, ain’t no basic nigga
When he gone, you know it ain’t no replacin’ him
Better keep a smooth tone when you facin’ him
Knew he keep like 2 phones, Kevin Gates & shit
Know he keep switching phones ‘cause they tracin’ him
That boy tweakin’ over phones like someone lacin’ ‘em
Walk the line, these niggas drew it wrong, but not on my end
There’s no way I’m fakin’ shit, I’m not the one to pretend
There’s no way I’m brakin’ shit, I’m boutta drive it ‘til the end
I can tell when people fakin’ shit, I know you not a friend
You really envy me
I’m the MVP
They be watchin’ me like they be watchin’ NBC
Music on yo television, like it’s MTV
I had views above the mountains up in MTV
Hella bills I keep countin, money’s friends wit me
In the hills, in the mountains, niggas can’t see me
I was up in Hilltop, on the top of a hill
Bet these niggas feel hot, when they off of a pill
I been keepin’ it loaded, I think the Glock just wanna spill
I don’t need to reload it, I hit my shot because I’m skilled
Got the heater, I’m totin’ it, I ain’t tryna get killed
Hella deep in the moment & I’m constructing a build
I been splashin’
Get the chicken
Get the cash in
You ain’t shoppin?
Why you askin?
When we drop in
We bring semi automatics
On the road, to make it happen
We ain’t do show
But we was clappin’
I needa smoke
I need the wraps and
I need the dro
To keep me relaxed &
I’m jus tryna chill, ‘cause I don’t wanna spazz
I been in the field, you playin’ in the grass
I’m tryna make it stack, you sittin’ on yo ass
I spend it just to make it back, for you it doesn’t last
Who taught you how to make a rack?
You was in the wrong class
I would make a pack, but I don’t wanna smoke the wrong gas
Take it back, never
I meant everything I said
Make a rack, I’m clever
So I’m make it flip again
This shit facts
Never, spittin’ anything pretend
You get whacked
I bet you never say that shit again
You get smacked if I see you reachin’ out another hand
You attack me first, then it’s simply self defense
I went back and forth, tryna make another band
She came back for more, she jus gave another chance
Hit it from the back of course and put her in another stance
She keep asking for more like she don’t seem to understand
You get froze up, like the next blizzard
Lift her clothes up, I’m a sex wizard
Shorty poled up, know her tec’s wit her
Shorty got a hold up, while you textin’ her
Yeah I know bruh
I’m right next to her
That shit was cold
TaéFine$$e wit her
If yo shawty go
TaéFine$$e get her
Always on the go, never been a quitter
I be quiet tho, like the babysitter
Shorty gotta go, but she wanna take me wit her
Not ya average joe, ain’t no basic nigga
When he gone, you know it ain’t no replacin’ him
Better keep a smooth tone when you facin’ him
Knew he keep like 2 phones, Kevin Gates & shit
Know he keep switching phones ‘cause they tracin’ him
That boy tweakin’ over phones like someone lacin’ ‘em
Walk the line, these niggas drew it wrong, but not on my end
There’s no way I’m fakin’ shit, I’m not the one to pretend
There’s no way I’m brakin’ shit, I’m boutta drive it ‘til the end
I can tell when people fakin’ shit, I know you not a friend
You really envy me
I’m the MVP
They be watchin’ me like they be watchin’ NBC
Music on yo television, like it’s MTV
I had views above the mountains up in MTV
Hella bills I keep countin, money’s friends wit me
In the hills, in the mountains, niggas can’t see me
I was up in Hilltop, on the top of a hill
Bet these niggas feel hot, when they off of a pill
I been keepin’ it loaded, I think the Glock just wanna spill
I don’t need to reload it, I hit my shot because I’m skilled
Got the heater, I’m totin’ it, I ain’t tryna get killed
Hella deep in the moment & I’m constructing a build