Tiny Meat Gang - Drip lyrics

Lemme tell you 'bout the drip (yeah) I'm at the function uninvited, rockin' all designer sh** facts I'm sittin' on a Louie throne wearin' Gucci toe socks, starin' at a sea of TJ Maxx, ah I got the Fendi carabiner on the water bottle (water) Balenciaga lookin' wavy on my squash goggles (squash) You got a satchel for your stash, that's a fact, I spend a couple grand cash on the Gucci mousepad Yellow diamonds on my china plates, uh VVS on my retainer case, uh Fendi razer when I shave my face I got the, Versace doorbell - welcome to my place And there's a pool in the back, got the haters lookin' sad when they peep the 'berry swim cap That's no cap got the Givenchy right on my back And underneath the Amiri pants I rock a Gucci jockstrap Wait what's up? Lemme tell you 'bout the drip ('bout the drip) Credit card charged up, hope my mom don't flip (don't flip) Gucci gun, Margiela clip (Margiela clip) Got the Louie V beat and the Fendi ad-lib Lemme tell you 'bout the drip ('bout the drip) Credit card charged up, hope my mom don't flip (doesn't flip) Gucci gun, Margiela clip (Margiela clip) Got the Louie V beat and the Fendi ad-lib You see the fit, everything I'm rockin' handmade I got this Amish b**h she makin' daddy Marmalade We raisin' sheep all in the back that's how I'm makin' suede And I never pay for Timberlands 'cause that's my trade That new whip, crackin', smackin' that horse a** My woodgrain wagon so old fashioned I make it go fast Your girl asked me to plough her fields 'cause she know you won't She into animals, 'cause she f**in' with the GOAT My back hurtin' churnin' dough (whip it, whip it) We in the soil growin' smoke (we deal it, deal it) She goin' numb off my strokes (she want it, want it) Organic yoghurt in the throat Drip so hard my Louie sweater moist My dick two-tone call it a Phantom Royce I'm only f**in' with designer 'roids I'm ballin' out not like them other broke boys Lemme tell you 'bout the drip ('bout the drip) Credit card charged up, hope my mom don't flip (lemme tell you) Gucci gun, Margiela clip (Margiela clip) Got the Louie V beat and the Fendi ad-lib Lemme tell you 'bout the drip ('bout the drip) Credit card charged up, hope my mom don't flip (lemme tell you) Gucci gun, Margiela clip (Margiela clip) I Got the Louie V beat and the Fendi ad-lib O-o-o-h I got that Louie V on, I got that Louie V on You got that Louie V on, know I'm f**in' with that Gucci, you know I'm f**in' with that Louie [?] drownin' in booty And now I'm f**in' with your b**h and some Gucci