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Lil Gotit – Drip Jacker Lyrics

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Real Hood Baby, thats no joke
I like Dolce on my ho
Rock Amiris with my folks
Raf Simons match my car
Live in Miami and hit tops off
Your big dawg doesnt smoke
X em out, tic-tac-toe
I was just broke a year ago
Now Im in Cali blowin Os
With exotic bitches touchin toes
Got my own wave, take some notes
Gon run that check til my feet exhaust
Wont be surprised if they take my flow
Yeah, we them guys at the show
Stook these racks and watch em pour

Young crew with me, ready to catch a case
B Slime with me, ready to catching your bae
Incoming drip, dripping in BAPE
Catch me in traffic, shoot you in a race
The way I move, we dont relate
You know who Im round, nigga, dont play
I dont hog the bag, pass it right off
Why the bitch coming back like a relay
Keep it cool, plan my moves
Psycho mood with these jewels
Wettest pool, yeah, you burnt
Take a stool
Nigga, you broke, you gon live a loss
Pull up with a bad-ass foreign mami, uh
Live life like OJ, I got juice
Big Balencis, yeah, size 42
You a worker, nigga, so take my order
Yeah, everybody with me eatin, thats an expensive order
Yeah, Ima still run these streets, but Ima play it smarter
Yeah, Im still chasin the bag, ooh, my legs caught it

Real Hood Baby, thats no joke
I like Dolce on my ho
Rock Amiris with my folks
Raf Simons match my car
Live in Miami and hit tops off
Your big dawg doesnt smoke
X em out, tic-tac-toe
I was just broke a year ago
Now Im in Cali blowin Os
With exotic bitches touchin toes
Got my own wave, take some notes
Gon run that check til my feet exhaust
Wont be surprised if they take my flow
Yeah, we them guys at the show
Stook these racks and watch em pour

I need a time-out, Hood Baby dont play around
Come in, air it out, yeah, with whole hundred rounds
Ooh, my meds out, now Im finna spazz out
If that bitch aint fine, take that trash out
Addy addict, black caddy
Ridin with wish, rockin a Patek
These niggas drip jacking
Freshest here, you casket ready
Im a skinny bandit, MAC-10, fuckin blast it

Wet-ass water, diamonds, they an ocean, ah
Even though I cant swim, Ima still go a match
We ballin, break the rim, livin so much fun
When they shot it, we didnt scram, nigga stood right there

Real Hood Baby, thats no joke
I like Dolce on my ho
Rock Amiris with my folks
Raf Simons match my car
Live in Miami and hit tops off
Your big dawg dont smoke
X em out, tic-tac-toe
I was just broke a year ago
Now Im in Cali blowin Os
With exotic bitches touchin toes
Got my own wave, take some notes
Gon run that check til my feet exhaust
Wont be surprised if they take my flow
Yeah, we them guys at the show
Stook these racks and watch em pour

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