Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dripp Harderr, artist - Sauce Walka.
Date of issue: 16.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dripp Harderr |
Got diamonds all over my teeth |
They drip and they freeze, bitch, I gotta eat, ayy |
I hop in the Benz with a freak |
Smash out at the store and I serve me a P, ayy |
The fuck is you talkin' 'bout? |
We got them choppers out, I’m shootin' shit like a three |
I swear that you niggas not street |
How you a shooter, you don’t got no heat? |
I count the backends with my brother |
I smash with my brother and we got each other |
I finesse on a bitch and her mother |
I scoot up, I splash 'em, I’m slangin' the cutter |
I’m all up in Gucci with hundreds |
I make this shit double, I came from the gutter |
Got the powder with me, got the rocket with me |
It ain’t nothin' to smash up and touch you |
Put an opp nigga in the graveyard |
Free my killers out hte stateyard |
I get thirty P’s off a facecard |
I drip and I splash in a racecar |
I’m drippin' all over the radar |
We slidin' right now on the highway with eight cars |
Not the light way, the right way |
All these diamonds blangin', it’s a nice day |
Your daddy was a bitch, you a ho’s son |
All these niggas gang gang, got no guns |
How is you the brick man makin' store runs? |
Your Versace kicks fake, get a refund |
Fell in love with the bitch, you a peon |
Send a hit, niggas scoot in a neon |
And my wrist AC, nigga, Freon |
(Ayy, ayy), Who drippin' harder than me? (Than me) |
Who drippin' harder than me? (Than me) |
Who mouth is water? It’s me (It's me) |
Who spillin' hard in the streets? (The streets) |
Who drippin' harder than me? (Than me) |
Who drippin' harder than me? (Than me) |
Who drippin' harder than me? (Than me, ooh-wee) |
Don’t make me spill on your clothes (Clothes) |
Get you took down for your gold (Your gold) |
Then put it on at my shows (My shows) |
Bathing Ape all on my toes (My toes) |
I Bathing Ape on a ho (A ho) |
Yeah, I be drippin' but I be gorilla, so she camoflauge me the dough, oh |
You snatchin' and grabbin', your partner got caught and he told, bro (He told) |
You went to the jeweler and bought some fake diamonds for low, no (For low) |
You bought a two liter and only is pourin' up four, whoa (Whoa) |
And it’s five more heads on that soda, you niggas be roachin' like janky |
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I bought a three-fifty and dieseled my motor |
I know that I’m black but my bitch white as coca' |
If the bitch ain’t Oprah then I’ma look over |
'Cause I’m tryna run up my check like a broker |
I’m havin' choppers on top of my sofas |
I brace for everything, I don’t leave ovals |
Sauce is an army, boy, we don’t leave soldiers |
You pray for a hundred, I spent that on chokers |
Your daddy was a bitch, you a ho’s son |
All these niggas gang gang, got no guns |
How is you the brick man makin' store runs? |
Your Versace kicks fake, get a refund |
Fell in love with the bitch, you a peon |
Send a hit, niggas scoot in a neon |
And my wrist AC, nigga, Freon |
(Ayy, ayy), Who drippin' harder than me? (Than me) |
Who drippin' harder than me? (Than me) |
Who mouth is water? It’s me (It's me) |
Who spillin' hard in the streets? (The streets) |
Who drippin' harder than me? (Than me) |
Who drippin' harder than me? (Than me) |
Who drippin' harder than me? (Than me, ooh-wee) |