Yung Joc - Drip lyrics

[Hook] Yeahhh better calm down Bow down, I draw down I fire rounds Drip (x15) [Verse 1: Yung Joc] OK, monkey n***a, bet not slip, feed your a** banana clips Yeah, I bust your head gasket, leave you with a oil drip And for the lettuce AK's, that will spit your cabbage And sh** get tragically, leave cadavers filled with maggots This ain't angus beef, you don't wanna order this 2 Glocks like 2Pac, I'm on my thug immortal sh** GPS goons show up to your coordinates Chrome with the pearly, take you early, that's abortion b**h Duck, duck, tape ya, wrap ya n***a, no balls Throw slugs the same size as door knobs Sixty seconds in and out pop, no prob Blow ya whole face off, that's a bl**job Shoot ya b**h in the throat leave her voice raspy Too graphic?, I paint a picture so ya'll n***as grasp it I call your momma, tell her pre-order ya f**in' casket Bury scary n***as, I never buried a hatchet [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Soo woo to the bee-hive, strapped like T.I I keep that b**h on me, like the Book of Eli I just shoot ‘em all, so I don't have to decide Split your body up, they gotta bury ya a** 3 times Run up in ya house, leave ya brains on the couch Shoot up everything, f** is aimin' about? Empty that clip, than that b**h slide out Continue that procedure till them p**y's dried out I'm a east side gangsta, I ain't never been a busta Nina is a cold black b**h, but I trust her I don't need a psychic to tell me I'm a hustla Cause b**h, I'm all about my paper, like Usher [Hook] [Yung Joc] I know Chris, decepticon clips transform ya Leave n***as, ghost activity, paranormal My piece of the pie, ha ha ha, Digorno Bullets burn, make em dance, disco inferno [Lil Wayne] Back to the subject, i'll k** ya in a heart beat I put bullet holes in everything except the car seat Young money b**h, I shoot one gun and switch When the cops came the body still twitched (still twitched) [Yung Joc] Keep thuggin, you cute, you just flirtin' with d**h That's a straight suicide, don't bury yourself Scared but can't run, that's the stall factor And if that automatic rap I bet they all scatter Haiti earthquake ‘em, make they wall shatter Penetrate your lungs and splatter they gallbladders [Hook]