Young Dolph - Drippy Lyrics

Read Time:2 Minute, 49 Second

Ayy
Real drippy right now

Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake shit, I cant relate
Hate, I see it all over his face damn
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah Im fuckin on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy drippy, drippy drip, drippy drip, drippy swag
Drippy drip, drippy drip, drippy drip, drippy swag
Drippy drippy, drippy drip, drippy drip, drippy drip
Drippy swag, drippy drip, drippy swag, drippy drip, drippy

Prometh, sippin
My bitch she gettin tipsy
Valentino my outfit, my bitch she rockin Fendi drippy
Too much ice, it might make you dizzy
Diamonds, hittin
Dead fresh, dig me drippy
Drippy, drippy
You a peasant, you cannot come near me uhuh
Heard a fuck nigga wanna kill me
Cause I treat his baby mama like a frisbee, yeah
Fuck nigga, try again
You lose, I win
Shoot him in the ass, again
Pray for my enemies, amen
The realest nigga in it, ayy man
Shit, this young nigga poppin, damn
Nah, cant no nigga stop him
Paper Route, we stand on top of shit
Pull up in your city, we rockin shit
Im in the streets where the hitters at
Im in the street where the dealers at
Im in the section where all the bad bitches at

I used to want a million then I wanted ten now I want a 100
All my bitches got an onion, private jet out the country lets go
Just to go shop and eat lunch
Foreign hoes, I got a bunch
Codeine what else?, sweet tea whats that?, call that a tropical punch okay
I mix the Gelato with the lemon tree, call that a tropical blunt
I give that green light and you done
Ayy come here lil mama, where you from? Ey, whats up?
All of that ass, you the bomb
All of that ass, you the bomb
Now take this money, get on the plane
I need you to go get a bomb
I put her in Yves Saint Laurent
I put 70 thou in my charm
I put 50 grams in my trunk
I was sellin dope, I aint go to prom Damn, I wish I cloudve went to prom
But I get rich anyway so motherfuck the prom
Drippy, drippy