Young Joc - Drip (Remix ft. Lil Wayne and Yo Gotti) lyrics

[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]