Lyrics Koala - Mak11

All this drip like I dipped in the water
I'm a pitbull I bit off the collar
I been sipping this shit smoking sour
On my wrist and my fist I want dollars
Get it lit with the clique getting commas
This bad bitch on my dick prima donna
Imma pick up the blick if there's drama
Got a grip on this stick young koala

Got a grip on this stick it's a vice
Hit the six and get rich like some dice
I ain't missing my vision precise
On a mission I skip your advice
Opps be tripping they slipping like ice
My sauce thick like I mixed it with rice
I'm God gifted can't listen to mice
My squad lifted we drinking this Sprite
It's dirtied up it got some red in it
I heard you bluff and what you said different
I work enough to be the breadwinner
Them serpents stuck up in the dead of winter
They nervous slugs they just some snakes that slither
I be earning bucks I'm bout to make em bitter
I been turning up since I had babysitters
Now the surf is up not talking lakes and rivers

All this drip like I dipped in the water
I'm a pitbull I bit off the collar
I been sipping this shit smoking sour
On my wrist and my fist I want dollars
Get it lit with the clique getting commas
This bad bitch on my dick prima donna
Imma pick up the blick if there's drama
Got a grip on this stick young koala
All this drip like I dipped in the water
I'm a pitbull I bit off the collar
I been sipping this shit smoking sour
On my wrist and my fist I want dollars
Get it lit with the clique getting commas
This bad bitch on my dick prima donna
Imma pick up the blick if there's drama
Got a grip on this stick young koala

Think you hot put your guap where your mouth is
In the spot at the top like some mountains
Got the rock all on lock boy don't doubt this
Got a glock and a chop in my couch bitch
Got my dawgs out in Edmonton repping it
They my Western weapon toting brethren
We the best the rest you so irrelevant
Never gon stress or sweat about the precedent
Cuz we set it like the tone
Money, bread it's getting long
Fuck the feds that's what I'm on
If an op gon step into my zone
You gon find him dead just like a phone
I'll be fly til' death just like a plane crash
I'm so high off pressure where your weight at
I won't hide the weapon 'round your lame ass
This my life forever I can't change that

All this drip like I dipped in the water
I'm a pitbull I bit off the collar
I been sipping this shit smoking sour
On my wrist and my fist I want dollars
Get it lit with the clique getting commas
This bad bitch on my dick prima donna
Imma pick up the blick if there's drama
Got a grip on this stick young koala