Dripsterr - MEDIC lyrics

[Intro] (Culture) (James about that check, boy) [Chorus: YSB Tril] If I said it, I meant it, I meant it, I said it Talked down on the boy, but the kid had to dead it Your b*tch an eater, on knees, she be beggin' My dawg leave him leakin', better call up a medic Your b*tch, I put dick in her jaw Walk into Saks, blow a bag at the mall Oh, I been that ni**a since school in the halls They treat me like a king, they see me, take a bow, ooh I want it, I got it, we poppin', you floppin' You still smokin' midget, we puffin' exotic Recordin' on Logic, but I lost my logic You can't even sit with us, my ni**a, just stop it I'm floatin', finna go to the moon A thousand degrees, b*tch, I'm hotter than June Plеase don't get too close, bеtter watch where you at Put the scene on the map, now the boy pick and choose [Verse 1: YSB Tril] I wake up, get cash and that's every day Ask me how I'm feeling, I say, "Feeling paid" Brand new blue Benjis straight out of the bank Purple in my cup, b*tch, I feel like a saint I'm earning my stripes, I done got a lil' rank b*tch, I feel like I'm Django, the boy out the chains I done took a few L's tryna go 'gainst the grain Took a walk right though Hell and I'd still stay the same Hop into that walk of shame, never again Put down that controller, this sh*t ain't a game The beast been unleashed, now I cannot be tamed I'm goin' up like some stocks, and they fallin' like rain New whip, candy the paint Them losses I took, I charged them to the game They wanna know how much money I make I ain't sayin' no words, take a walk to the bank [Chorus: YSB Tril & Dipsterr] If I said it, I meant it, I meant it, I said it Talked down on the boy, but the kid had to dead it Your b*tch an eater, on knees, she be beggin' My dawg leave him leakin', better call up a medic Your b*tch, I put dick in her jaw Walk into Saks, blow a bag at the mall Oh, I been that ni**a since school in the halls They treat me like a king, they see me, take a bow, ooh I want it, I got it, we poppin', you floppin' You still smokin' midget, we puffin' exotic Recordin' on Logic, but I lost my logic You can't even sit with us, my ni**a, just stop it I'm floatin', finna go to the moon A thousand degrees, b*tch, I'm hotter than June Please don't get too close, better watch where you at Put the scene on the map, now the boy pick and choose (Drip, Drip, Drip) [Verse 2: Dipsterr] Like Tril said, we poppin' (Poppin') New music be droppin' (Droppin') These lil' ni**as can't even top it All of these b*tches be flockin' Just like these lil' dreads on my head, they gon' lock it I'm ringin' sh*t like a doorbell You say you got the pack, but it ain't no smell I got the gang right here and a girl at the crib I can't take no lil' ho to a hotel (Where?) My lil' shawty straight bussin', you couldn't handle her You like your life, don't fu*k with me, it's cancerous I ran up a check, guess I'm buildin' my stamina Doin' this sh*t with no motherfu*kin' manager I put dick in the back of her throat, leave her back broke I'ma motherfu*kin' damage her These ni**as know that I ain't no ho, I want all smoke Big folk, I'ma stand for them [Chorus: YSB Tril] If I said it, I meant it, I meant it, I said it Talked down on the boy, but the kid had to dead it Your b*tch an eater, on knees, she be beggin' My dawg leave him leakin', better call up a medic Your b*tch, I put dick in her jaw Walk into Saks, blow a bag at the mall Oh, I been that ni**a since school in the halls They treat me like a king, they see me, take a bow, ooh I want it, I got it, we poppin', you floppin' You still smokin' midget, we puffin' exotic Recordin' on Logic, but I lost my logic You can't even sit with us, my ni**a, just stop it I'm floatin', finna go to the moon A thousand degrees, b*tch, I'm hotter than June Please don't get too close, better watch where you at Put the scene on the map, now the boy pick and choose