Blake (Dutch Rapper) - Drip lyrics

[Intro:Blake] I'm turning in Oooh, Oooh [Verse 1: Blake] Hopeless, always leave 'em hopeless I just made this b**h disappear hocus pocus n***as hit it fast so I watch em mixed emotions Rapping 'bout that rari, but you better ford focus Haha like haha,I laugh like, haha Sip on some tip, then I puff out this lala Coppin yellow diamonds so my neck be on rasper I look like a rapper, b**h I look more like Allah n***as better duck, when I pop out the cut You hear the oooof, that's me powering up I done f**ed em up, cause a n***a came in clutch She wanna be down wit the set like her hut But I look like Rick James the way that I maneuver Teach 'em boys a lesson, like really I'm a tutor Told her f** wit' me for I get back, Larry Spousher Preaching on the beat, got her screaming hallelujah Told yo a** again, I done told your a** already I'm 'bout that mucho, dinero, that fetty That's my love on the fourteenth of February I'd get married to the money but they wouldn't let me I don't hit that tweet bu*ton, I just hit the doja I don't hit her up n***a I just bend her over Thought this cough was the side effect of being a smoker But the doctor said on the beat I show symptoms of Ebola b**hes play, man y'all hate I eat beats like I love the taste She got neck, that thing wet I k** the p**y, like head to the vet b**h I go dumb, I go insane I'm bout to blow, Saddam Hussein My n***a do you, stay in your lane I'm at your head, if you mention my name, oooh [Hook: Blake] n***a lights out Come swang swang Then, it's n***a lights out (splash drip) Then I drip, I done flipped the script She rode a n***a in his whip (splash drip) b**h I got the sauce I just got the check n***a I just flipped it off (splash drip, splash drip) I done hit the Dodie I'm just tryna live suite life, Zach and Kodie (splash drip, splash drip) [Verse 2: Mateo Sun] Coming through this b**h, and my dirty style dripping Foreplaying wit his girl And you know that hoe drippin' I lie, I f** em, then diss em And leave too many thotties in they feelings Pull up in that drop top, I forgot the ceiling Dirty boy spark it up Ain't hearing what you say, cause I don't really give a f** Been up on my cheddar, that's the sh** that buy me lunch And if you ate this weed might just catch a sour punch Swang in my truck, that's the big body ram If your girl want it then the p**y getting rammed 15 hunnid stacks then you roll the rubber bands My n***as pull the choppers out the door of caravans You don't understand How my face is on the mags I'm the man My n***as blowing up like Pakistan Finna order me some xans Put the d** in my hands You ain't smokin' over here n***a, this is dodi land You can catch these f**ing hands I don't really like to fight Matter fact, shawty put another hoe up in the air Rollin D first cla** When I pull up on that a** In a full gas mask There's a foreign filled with gas And you know I got the pad [Outro: Mateo Sun & Blake] Got that pad and my blunt filled with diesel That's my sh** dirty, dirty And your b**h face, timing wit my dick