Lyrics Drip - NoCap

Drip

Them hoes gon' wait for drip, put 'em in a lineup\nYeah, this ain’t no basic gear, it’s all designer\nCan’t fuck no basic bitch, they all nines and up\nIt’s rare you meet a nigga like me, she got all kind of luck, yeah\nHood nigga got rap money, this ain’t regular\nThirty dollar phone, how I make a hundred off this cellular?\nNever had hoop dreams, but that bitch know I’m a player\nShe can buy me a hundred capes, but that bitch know I won’t save her\n'Cause that’s just how we raised up\nThen I beat her face like I do makeup\nBut I still can’t save her, I just can’t be laid up\nBitch, I’ll see you later, she know I’m a player\nIf I ever save a ho, then that bitch look like Jada\nTold the bitch I don’t want no cap, she like, «Oh yeah, I be with Rylo»\nShe a lucky ho, if she ever met me, it’s a chance she hit that lotto\nI’m from Alabama, but I’m pulling scams, might catch me at Wells Fargo\nI’m a hood nigga with some digits, you can get a ticket, played her for a minute\nI just might put you in my lineup\nTryna pick the paint off my pants, I’m just like, «Chill, ho, these designer»\nGoyard belt, can’t find 'em\nNever been no basic nigga, I can’t fuck no basic bitch\nGet my shoes from Jeffrey’s, bitch, I can’t be rockin' basic kicks\nYou catch this drip, that’s a big slip, it ain’t no regular fall\nIt’s rare you meet a nigga like me, I ain’t your regular dawg\nHe a gentleman, I’m a simple man, I’m tryna nut all in your mouth\nGet the drip from France, I know you a fan, baby, you can’t catch me in no mall\nThem hoes gon' wait for drip, put 'em in a lineup\nYeah, this ain’t no basic gear, it’s all designer\nCan’t fuck no basic bitch, they all nines and up\nIt’s rare you meet a nigga like me, she got all kind of luck, yeah\nHood nigga got rap money, this ain’t regular\nThirty dollar phone, how I make a hundred off this cellular?\nNever had hoop dreams, but that bitch know I’m a player\nShe can buy me a hundred capes, but that bitch know I won’t save her\nI’m not no hero, shawty, I don’t think I look like Superman\nI’m tryna pick you up and drop you off, I’m like the Uber man\nI ain’t tryna be 'round you too long, I ain’t tryna move in\nYou say you laid up waiting on me, but I bring the whole crew in\nI don’t even want you here, just got your taxes, let me claim your two twins\nThese Christian Loubs, spikes on my shoe, baby, these was two bands\nI’m a rockstar, ain’t no guitar, but I brought the tool in\nThey say that water deep, I hopped off the porch and jumped smooth in\nMe and Luke made fifty bands off a phone, half a bag get you gone\nMade the news, but he ain’t make it home, Grim Reaper with that chrome\nGreen beam on them sticks, like a turtle, nigga, they ain’t moving slow\nI drop it off at your door\nI put that shit on and get at your ho\nI got them sticks, but I’m looking for more, yeah\nI got them sticks, but I’m looking for more\nI got them licks, but I’m looking for more\nShe suck my dick, but I still want some more, hmm\nYeah, I fuck that bitch, but she still want some more\nSay that I’m dirty like drank that I pour\nI cut your grass and I kick in your door\nThem hoes gon' wait for drip, put 'em in a lineup\nYeah, this ain’t no basic gear, it’s all designer\nCan’t fuck no basic bitch, they all nines and up\nIt’s rare you meet a nigga like me, she got all kind of luck, yeah\nHood nigga got rap money, this ain’t regular\nThirty dollar phone, how I make a hundred off this cellular?\nNever had hoop dreams, but that bitch know I’m a player\nShe can buy me a hundred capes, but that bitch know I won’t save her