Lyrics Drip or Drown Remix - Gunna , Lil Yachty
Yeah,
yeah
Two
Benzes,
one
Bentley
Coupe,
and
two
Beamers
Think
I'm
a
seamstress,
I
stay
in
the
cleaners
2k
my
sweatsuit,
I
walk
with
demeanor
Sippin'
on
lean,
can
you
tell
me
who
leaner
Showin'
me
pics
of
your
ho,
I
done
seen
her
Twenty-three
racks
got
me
feeling
like
Tinker
I
like
your
bitch
'cause
her
pussy
look
pinker
Made
that
ho
cum
with
two
rings
on
my
fingers
Crocodile
seats
and
my
cousin
look
like
he
been
shippin'
packs
And
we
back,
yeah,
that's
a
fact
Lately
I
promise
I
been
on
my
bull
You
finna
get
shot,
acting
like
you
cool
Drip
to
my
socks,
in
Ellesse
I'm
a
fool
Sicko
my
brother,
he
stay
with
a
tool
If
you
won't
pop
it,
boy
pass
it
to
Tuan
Flipped
in
your
bitch,
dawg
her
pussy
a
pond
Feel
like
a
swan
laying
in
the
Don
Juan
Yeah,
I
been
an
artist,
but
not
rap,
boy,
icon
Fuck
these
new
niggas,
I
ain't
'em,
too
foreign
My
bitch
a
fairy,
She
walk
with
a
wand
JBan$
my
brother,
if
I
fight,
he
scuffle
That's
not
a
joke,
that
boy
can't
wait
ot
tussle
TEC-9,
no
'tussin,
these
stripper
hoes
bussin'
Lustin',
not
lovin',
my
guap,
bitch,
keep
buzzin'
I
got
woodgrain
on
my
Damier
Buckle
Cool
quarter
mill
in
my
Goyard
duffle
I
won
again
so
you
still
gotta
shuffle
Born
with
the
drip
and
just
learned
how
to
hustle
Look
at
your
bitch
through
these
Dior
bifocals
I
get
me
some
head,
she
bend
that
shit
over
They
say
lately
I
been
lookin'
like
dollars
Pinstripe
high
waters,
I
dress
like
a
golfer
We
ride
in
foreigns,
ain't
no
more
Impalas
They
ain't
have
the
new
born
but
I
got
baby
bottles
Shoppin'
at
Barney,
I
drip
like
a
model
Watch
how
I
drip
when
I
hit
that
Met
Gala
Codeine
I
sip
with
my
lip,
don't
get
splattered
Doctor
told
me
I
got
l
lean
in
my
bladder
Run
through
this
cash
like
family
don't
matter
I
got
your
back,
feel
the
same
pain
together
Pop
off
the
tag,
my
partner
just
swear
Baby
blue
Jag
made
my
mom
feel
better
Fucked
a
snow
bunny
at
my
show
at
Coachella
VVS
damn
they
pointers
in
my
bezel
We
move
too
fast,
it
get
slimy
as
ever
Life
is
too
grimy,
I
watch
for
the
devil
It's
a
Rolls
Royce,
and
it
comes
with
umbrellas
2018
and
that
Porsche
Carrera
Goyard
pouch
(hey)
Racks
in
the
quarter
ounce
(hey)
Two
accounts
(hey)
Large
amounts,
ooh
Shop
around
(hey)
Designer
down,
ooh
Drip
or
drown
(hey)
Drip
or
drown,
ooh
Killin'
these
hoes,
need
to
call
paramedics
New
Fendi
runners,
I
feel
athletic
Run
that
shit
up,
bought
my
partner
a
Patek
Blowin'
this
cash,
it
was
times
we
ain't
have
it
Got
twenty-one
bitches,
I
must
be
a
savage
Cook
in
the
kitchen,
the
dope
smell
like
acid
Pourin'
this
Hi-Tech,
I'm
sippin',
relaxin'
Vibes
in
LA,
Gunna
fuckin'
the
baddest
FN
ain't
plastic,
put
him
in
a
casket
I
wiped
his
nose
quickly,
pass
him
a
napkin
(slime)
Got
an
addiction,
in
love
with
this
fashion
Prayin'
for
all
of
my
bros
like
we
Catholic
Lifetime
of
hats
'cause
you
always
be
cappin'
Niggas
ain't
eatin',
stop
cappin',
you
ain't
fastin'
Can't
get
no
sleep
'cause
my
life
is
all
action
See
how
shit
happened,
I
made
it
in
rappin'
Goyard
pouch
(hey)
Racks
in
the
quarter
ounce
(hey)
Two
accounts
(hey)
Large
amounts,
ooh
Shop
around
(hey)
Designer
down,
ooh
Drip
or
drown
(hey)
Drip
or
drown,
ooh
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