Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dripple Dragons, artist - FMB DZDate of issue: 02.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dripple Dragons |
| FMB DZ |
| I throw a bag at your ass if you a hustler |
| I show some love, I get some extras to the customers |
| Nigga tried to run with that pack, we gon' punish him |
| And I got some niggas in the V, they in Huntington |
| And I got a couple of young niggas like to shoot shit |
| What type of nigga will pull up with it but won’t do shit? |
| Nigga catch a bullet to the head for those loose lips |
| Make a hundred thousand of rappin', I ain’t average |
| I can’t have my nigga Boom around cause he a savage |
| And I put the switch on the Glock, it’s automatic |
| I tear a nigga block down, bitch, and some |
| Ever seen a nigga spit a 100 out a handgun |
| I be steppin' on these niggas and I walk light |
| I get you knocked off on your off night |
| Nigga tried to rock me to sleep, he got put to sleep |
| I’m talkin' ambulance, yellow tape, white sheets |
| Niggas know what type of smoke come behind me |
| Me and my niggas high as hell, we like zombies |
| I pop another, heard the opps can’t find me |
| You are repressed, big Whoop come remind me |
| The last thing my niggas fought was a body |
| Out a blue big Benz, ask Barry |
| Fuckin' all you niggas hoes, Mike Larry |
| Whoop my nigga, turn to hoes, Tyler Perry |
| Sada Baby |
| Last thing that I fought was my mans, huh |
| Dumbass forgot I had hands, huh |
| Last thing I thought about was some bands, huh |
| First thing I went and bought was a mag, huh |
| Lil' blood, gon' shoot for me, you know he more than down |
| I got people in the V, I’m talkin' Morgan Town |
| I seen an opp turn my fifty to a forty round |
| And then a thirty round, committin' murder now |
| I had a chopper lit, burn your brib up |
| Fuckin' yo baby mama, wake the kids up |
| Sock a nigga in his stomach, get his ribs crushed |
| Used to bully niggas up in school, made ‘em skip lunch |
| I wouldn’t let a pussy nigga eat nuttin' |
| Put the chops down and then I beat ‘em up |
| A1, top-side, got the street jumpin' |
| We ain’t never gotta swipe shit ‘cause we keep money |
| I grab the nine on ‘em, tell ‘em keep the hundred |
| Get up on ‘em close range, leave a nigga bloody |
| Lil' bitch give the best brain, she don’t even study |
| I got what you want, what you need, leave both |
| Got the strap on me, need no buddies |
| Fuck yo lean, bitch, me mo' muddy |
| On the road be dolla, me, ski, both thuggin' |
| Yo bitch got a bloody nose, she sniff the fent' |
| If I don’t move all my 'bows, I’ll pitch a bitch |
| Yo hoe addicted to the stick, can’t quit the dick |
| I’m shooting all the extras off rip, when I flip the clip |
| I’m MJ in the play-offs, can’t miss the shift |
| Ten milli and a four-five on my hip equipped |
| Dang-a-lang on her coochie thang, dip in her mix |
| Jang-a-lang with the junkie gang, percs in her grits |
| Birthdays off work plays, twerkin' my wrists |
| Celebratin' with the whole gang, sizzurp and Crys' |
| Gotta swang in both lanes, then swerve the whip |
| Lil' twerking bitch, want me to quit servin' bricks |
| Ain’t worth it bitch, give a fuck ‘bout no squirting shit |
| Can’t do fuck about nothin', you niggas ain’t gang gang, then it’s fuck ‘em |
| I don’t give a fuck bout nuttin', you niggas ain’t gang gang, then it’s fuck ‘em |
| I don’t give a fuck bout nuttin', you niggas ain’t gang gang, then it’s fuck ‘em |
| I don’t give a fuck bout nuttin', you niggas ain’t gang gang, then it’s … |