Lil Keed - Drip Babies lyrics

[Intro] 808 Mafia Yeah Slatt Gotit, uh Hood talk Pyrex whipper Pyrex YSL We the drip babies, team Who do it better? Hood talk, let's go [Chorus: Lil Gotit & Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Ten times three Thirty racks on me Get you whacked by 1017 Ten thousand on Givenchy All rats, we poison they cheese They thought we ain't smokin' this G Got stones on Amiri jeans All gold Rollie came plain jane (Let's go) Real bullets, we ain't shooting no blanks (Hood) Different drip, my lifestyle strange (Yeah) They kickin' they sh*t in the rain (Talk to 'em) Just fall back in your lane Blue hundreds, you thought it was a dream (Pablo Juan) We S-L-I-M-E (Slime) Ain't switching on my team We all gon' live this dream [Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I really ain't feeling your vibe I can't slide with you, you ain't my slime Fresh to death like I committed suicide I fu*k on a thot and that b*tch ain't mine Shawty, she fine, if I want it, I'm buyin' Drip Chanel, XL I'm beating my dick and I'm leaving out shells I tell her that I'm Hoodrich, she can tell Wrap it up 'til it got no smell on it Spinning the block with the tail on it You don't want no beef, you want to tell on me And my b*tch ass real, on the dead homies ni**as stay on that fu*k sh*t, got bail money All this drip on my body, it's all on me Got Amiri jeans with the snakes on it fu*k all that broke sh*t, better shake somethin' Fresh out the trap with the pound cake When I took the pussy, I was bare face Bet she run from the dick like she tryna escape When they broke, that's the only time they hate When I'm in court, the only time I wait Draco on me and it sing like it's Drake Nut in her mouth, she don't swallow like paste Fifty racks on me, that's a piece of cake [Chorus: Lil Gotit] Ten times three Thirty racks on me (Racks) Get you whacked by 1017 Ten thousand on Givenchy (Let's go) All rats, we poison they cheese (Woo, woo) They thought we ain't smokin' this G (No cap) Got stones on Amiri jeans (Talk to us) All gold Rollie came plain jane (Let's go) Real bullets, we ain't shooting no blanks (Hood) Different drip, my lifestyle strange (Yeah) They kickin' they sh*t in the rain (Talk to 'em) Just fall back in your lane (Fall black) Blue hundreds, you thought it was a dream (Racks) We S-L-I-M-E (Slime) Ain't switching on my team (Nah) We all gon' live this dream (Keed talk to 'em) [Verse 2: Lil Keed] Yeah, yeah, hoodbaby My Fear of God shoes, yeah, they cream Yeah, blood got Cartier frames On right now, real drip baby Yeah, condo paid for I got in there, I ain't sign no lease Yeah, marked out Range Rover At night, I can't even drive, can't see, yeah Ridin' 'round catchin' my plays now ni**as can't ride with me Got vibes in the back, ain't no space Hit her in the studio, ain't got time to wait Yeah, yeah, broke ass ni**a, don't call my line Pocket rocket long, spray it one time Your ho gon' swarm me like flies Tell the lil' b*tch voila Tell the lil' ni**a gang ties F&N in my Gucci belt sh*t, we'll let the chopper bullets fly Boy, get your drip up to par 'Cause they ain't gotta worry 'bout mine My youngin couldn't get in the club, sh*t He parking lot pimping outside (sh*t) [Chorus: Lil Gotit] Ten times three Thirty racks on me (Racks) Get you whacked by 1017 Ten thousand on Givenchy (Let's go) All rats, we poison they cheese (Woo, woo) They thought we ain't smokin' this G (No cap) Got stones on Amiri jeans (Talk to us) All gold Rollie came plain jane (Let's go) Real bullets, we ain't shooting no blanks (Hood) Different drip, my lifestyle strange (Yeah) They kickin' they sh*t in the rain (Talk to 'em) Just fall back in your lane (Fall black) Blue hundreds, you thought it was a dream (Racks) We S-L-I-M-E (Slime) Ain't switching on my team (Nah) We all gon' live this