Lyrics Drippin - Daveed Diggs, Rafael Casal, SOB X RBE

Drippin

I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me
Girl, you ain’t fuckin' with no rookie
I’ma get this bag, fuck who said I couldn’t
It ain’t even hard to find me if you lookin'
So don’t be actin' like you is who you ain’t
'Cause I prefer real over fake
Gotta keep this strap on my waist
Gotta watch for these cops and these snakes
Hard body shit, you ain’t ready for this life, nigga
Thick bad bitch, come and ride me like a bike
Glock all black but the whip all white
Might catch frostbite on all this muhfuckin' ice
Fuck my opps, judge glorify vote too
And every time they pull me over I’m like «don't shoot»
And I never get caught slippin', bitch I’m so smooth
And I know life a gamble, but I don’t lose
I ain’t no bitch, broke nigga don’t tip me
Two niggas plotting on me, that’s two dummies, Ren & Renny
First nigga shootin', I’mma shoot till that bitch empty
I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me
Girl, you ain’t fuckin' with no rookie
I’ma get this bag, fuck who said I couldn’t
It ain’t even hard to find me if you lookin'
So don’t be actin' like you is who you ain’t
'Cause I prefer real over fake
Gotta keep this strap on my waist
Gotta watch for these cops and these snakes
I ain’t a killer, but fuck it, pop, pop, pop, pop
Had enough of all this talking, bust shots now (shots now)
I’m hiding out (hidin' out), my chops sound nice
Check one, check two, third time, drop down (drop down)
Sorry, was that too angry-black?
These days a nigga can’t be crazy and still make a stack
But if your whole life was a catch-22
I wonder ain’t it really crazy if you ain’t crazy too?
Semantics with a shooter always loses when the clips go
Crazy with the Ruger, make 'em Panic!
At The Disco
I bust a rhyme regularly, I ain’t talkin' Flipmode
Flip your whole life like it’s sittin' in some Crisco
When it’s hot, it’s finna pop off (pop off)
Thotty riding shawty with the top off (top off)
Distract you long enough to miss the sawed-off
She the real killer and you never got a shot off
I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me
There’s marijuana baked up in the cookies
I’m already freaking out, don’t make me turn into the monster
That you always dreamed about
So don’t be acting like you is who you ain’t
'Cause I prefer real over fake
Gotta keep this strap on my waist
Gotta watch for these cops and these snakes
Yuh, I want todo, todo (todo, todo, todo)
Hop into position like a pogo (pogo)
Bro got this dog twisted, I ain’t Toto, wow
From the land where the youngsters be off that coco now
Whether you split the Swisher or sip the liquor (yuh)
Find your nights, but mind your vice and temper (yeah)
I told you twice (I told you twice)
Hoes gon' like what hoes gon' like (yuh)
I try to be minding my temper
But I’m under pressure that some of y’all never (never)
Never ever had to get checked on
Or had no more times that I done been flexed on
Chest feeling all Teflon, it’s turf talk with no press on
Got the sauce like I’m on Szechuan
On your noodle if you go Defcon
Hiroshima bomb!
Smoke cheeba in the theater with my Nia Long (my Nia Long)
Just me and my motherfuckin' kemosab' ('sab')
No ranger to this danger, then I hit the mob, yup!
I ain’t a killer, but don’t push me
Girl, you ain’t fuckin' with no rookie
I’ma get this bag, fuck who said I couldn’t
It ain’t even hard to find me if you lookin'
So don’t be actin' like you is who you ain’t
'Cause I prefer real over fake
Gotta keep this strap on my waist
Gotta watch for these cops and these snakes