Lyrics dripp! (feat. Katari, Before the Fame, JMT, ally & ryefu) - B3yers

Yeah e-yeah, we be runnin' it up
Push to start, fill up the double cup
Alright
I guess we really in flight
Get your seatbelt on, we flyin' private
Up 30k suckin' on the clit
We up in the clouds shaggin' like we monkeys
We live on unlimited money

Yuh, back door of the coupe we be swervin'
Back streets of japan we be driftin'
GTR32 engines revvin'
Fuck what was I sayin'?
Got a bit distracted can I get past this?
Real G shit I am high on acid
A-amgous, yeah we wildin'
Imposter activity, can u feel the energy?

Yeah e-yeah, we be runnin' it up
P-p-push to start, fill up the double cup
Alright
I guess we really in flight
Get your seatbelt on, we flyin' private
U-U-Up 30k suckin' on the clit
We up in the clouds shaggin' like we monkeys
We live on unlimited money

Yeah, I got all of that fuckin' money
You already know all about me-e
Who asked I don't really care 'bout you homie
If you ain't on my level I ain't sorry
B-B-But for real who the fuck asked, not me
No you ain't getting shit from me for free-e-e
I be kicking them haters like Bruce Lee
I-I-I got my hoe on the side loyal, is she?

I've got a big chain, a wristwatch
A Roley, Supreme, a Gucci scotch
I watch anime, that is a must
Arigato, gosaimasu
Before The Fame is back
I am fucking stacked
In game I'm fucking cracked
Now you've just got shrek'd
GG!, well played
Now you've just lost the game
I'm Dreaming With Time
Overthinking! everyday
Don't stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Ayo, we Back Again
But that's just not Enough

Yeah I'm trippin' off the acid I can't feel none
Chillin' with my goons in the cut we might kill some
Take her for a ride in that Benz show her real fun
She just said "I love you Jay"
(Yea-e-yea-e-yeah!)
Pour a 4 in my cup yeah I red it
I ain't trippin' 'bout no beef but I can't dead it
Yeah your bitch quote that shit cause I said it
If he playin' with the gang he gon' regret it

Got no fuckin' style, I got no fuckin' dripp
At the same time my friends compliment my aesthetic
F-F-Feeling down bad fuckin' bullshit
Pull up to the function in my Hollister denim jacket
What I call music you call a racket
Tell me I look cringe, I say cool did I ask it
Just sayin' you the target
Snap crackle pop and you gone in a fuckin' instant

Oh, oh yeah I can't feel at all
But it's just my time to ball
24 on my brain, flex it all, let me take the pain
I don't really care at all
But it's my time to ball
And I'm not gonna let that go past me anymore

Yeah e-yeah, we be runnin' it up
P-p-push to start, fill up the double cup
Alright
I guess we really in flight
Get your seatbelt on, we flyin' private
U-U-Up 30k suckin' on the clit
We up in the clouds shaggin' like we monkeys
We live on unlimited money