[Hook]
Calm down, bow down, draw down, fire rounds
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip...
[Verse 1: Young Joc]
Leave a hater drippin like a muthaf**in faucet
Let it ride sideways, and bust my tool offset
Leave these s**as leakin like a hole in a boat
Then I turn them to a cancer patient, holes in they throat
Toss his body off the boat, let 'em float off shore
Before he hit the bottom, I be chillin' on the golf course
I guess you call that hole in one
Catch 'em at the daycare, I k** 'em holdin' his son
It's like a horror movie, catch it at the cinema
Plug 'em like an enema, he drippin like chlamydia
I see you administer IV's, I be to sinister
Get rid of 'em, diminish 'em
Sit 'em in front of the ministers
So I suggest you watch your words like a teleprompter
I got hella choppas like folks that's in helicopters
Pop 'em, Orville Redenbacher when the straps out
n***a sees his chest drippin, watch that p**y pa** out
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Suwoo to the beehive, strapped like T.I
I keep that b**h on me, like "The Book of Eli"
I just shoot 'em all, so I don't have to decide
Split your body up, they gotta bury your a** three times
Run up in your house, leave your brains on the couch
Shoot up everything, f** is aimin about?
Empty that clip, then that b**h slide out
Continue that procedure till them p**y's dried out
I'm a east side gangster, I ain't never been a buster
Nina is a cold black b**h, but I trust her
I don't need a psychic to tell me I'm a hustler
Cause b**h, I'm all about my paper, like Usher
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
I got guns like I want it
Assa**in like 100, but this ain't no f**in movie so you pussies don't want it
Have you sick to your stomach like a rollercoaster would
I'mma tell you this, this adventures of the hood
All bull sh** to the side n***a, I'll blow your a** off
Young n***a sh**, I do it with my mask off
Crack's dumb as sh**, yea I'll f** around and crash ya'll
Rich n***a sh**, be the first n***a to run out
Once I bring them guns around, everything change
p**y a** n***as start actin so lame like
"I don't want no problem, I won't look at ya chain
I won't talkin bout ya dog, I don't even know ya name"
Call me co*ky, back in the day, I'm Mr. Rubberband
Mr. cook it out the frame, true
And you? Mr. You-should-be-ashamed
And disrespected a G, you'll be Mr. Leakin-out-ya-brains
[Hook]