Lyrics Drip With the Guys - Kvng Russ feat. DC Tha Boat

Ya ya ya ya
Slatt
Ya ya ya ya
Slatt
Ya ya ya ya
Lets goooo

I want a lamb no pasat
I'm finna go drip with guys
Cartier and sit on my eyes
She bad wit some thickitie thighs
You tryna get cook like some fries
Vvs's they come super sized
Everyday tryna steadily rise
Audemar but I can't see the time
Got a baddie she 2 x 5
So high that I can't even drive
In that pussy you kno ima dive
Talkin' down want him dead or alive
You can see all the pain in my eyes
For the milli I keep tryna strive
Gettin tired of all of these lies
That new Bentley finna be my prize (ya yaahh)

In the space coupe, you know ima spin it
I got all these bitches singin' it mean that I'm winnin'
And I got all these bitches dreamin', and God is my witness
These diamonds be flipping on me like they is a gymnast

Hop out the mufuckin' ghost
Keep bread and I'm bringing the toast
Not one to brag and not one to boast
This shit finna fuck up the nawf
New connects like I was the host
New drip and it came from the coast
Kvng Russ takin' a vote
How many got mink on they coat

Oooo ooooo ooooo ooooo oooo

Keep goin 'till I get my worth
Yves saint laurent be the tag on my shirt
Been the shit nigga right around birth
When I drive know the tires 'gon skirt
I made it right outta the dirt
She see the chain and then take off her skirt

I want a lamb no pasat
I'm finna go drip with guys
Cartier and sit on my eyes
She bad wit some thickitie thighs
You tryna get cook like some fries
Vvs's they come super sized
Everyday tryna steadily rise
Audemar but I can't see the time
Got a baddie she 2 x 5
So high that I can't even drive
In that pussy you kno ima dive
Talkin' down want him dead or alive
You can see all the pain in my eyes
For the milli I keep tryna strive
Gettin tired of all of these lies
That new Bentley finna be my new prize (ya yaahh)

(Yaaaaaaah)

I wanna drip with the guys
Everyday all we do is get high
Tellin' lies I see it in your eyes
Gotta get it like this is a prize
I just beat it no she not my wife (no)
This ain't no Bonnie and Clyde (no no noo)
Hop in the coupe and I ride
Go to the booth and I vibe
I can do this for the rest of my life (ya)
Just don't get caught up in the hype (ya)
You cross me you better call Christ (ya)
Cuz imma pull up with that fye
I had to grip tight on that pipe
My Brodie got sent down to rice
I told him that we gotta strive
Blindin' these niggas cuz our future bright (bright bright)
All of them hated now they wanna hype
Same niggas ain't wanna give me a ride
Pull up in the coupe while you tryna hitch hike
You said thats your lady I gave her the pipe
You seem to be tight
Now you wanna fight
I promise lil buddy its 'gon be alright
(I promise lil buddy, I promise lil buddy)

I want a lamb no pasat
I'm finna go drip with guys
Cartier and sit on my eyes
She bad wit some thickitie thighs
You tryna get cook like some fries
Vvs's they come super sized
Everyday tryna steadily rise
Audemar but I can't see the time
Got a baddie she 2 x 5
So high that I can't even drive
In that pussy you kno ima dive
Talkin' down want him dead or alive
You can see all the pain in my eyes
For the milli I keep tryna strive
Gettin tired of all of these lies
That new Bentley finna be my prize (ya yaahh)