Lyrics Super Drippy - Monteiro

Don't you look inside my cup, you know it's full of mud
I give my shawty what she want cause she give me free drugs
(Yeah she a bad bitch)
I just pull up on the scene, Davizzy's crib we're pimpin' lean
Feelin' hella clean, you only see me with the team (Onna Gang)
Now pussy boy be talking shit but I can never hear a thing
I only hear the money like a paper pack machine (Pussy!)
And if you're making money then you're her type boy no kizzy (No Cap!)
Got a new bad bitch, yeah she got what I like but she sixteen
Yeah she for the streets
Swear it cannot be
Bad bitch, she want me
This ain't Sesame
I only hear the money like a paper pack machine
And if you're making money then you're her type boy no kizzy

Shawty wanna leave me
She say I do tings, she don't believe it
Sippin' lean everyday, I be leanin'
Dozin' off the lean, niggas like we can't believe it
This shit is real, nigga steady, steady killin'
We drop another hit and we movin' with the fuckin' stick
I'm blowing up a bih while I'm vibin' to the fuckin' hit
Aye muthafuckin' nigga you must feel this shit
I pour it in a double cup, I pour some lean
And I pour some crazy tings that you could not believe
I be dozin' off the lean and the muthafuckin' pills
I be dozin' off the lean and the muthafuckin' pills
Shawty wanna leave me
She say I do tings, she don't believe it
Walking on water, yeah she call me Jesus
She already know, I am Davizzy
Davizzy

Don't you look inside my cup, you know it's full of mud
I give my shawty what she want cause she give me free drugs
(Yeah she a bad bitch)
I just pull up on the scene, Davizzy's crib we're pimpin' lean
Feelin' hella clean, you only see me with the team (Onna Gang)
Now pussy boy be talking shit but I can never hear a thing
I only hear the money like a paper pack machine (Pussy!)
And if you're making money then you're her type boy no kizzy (No Cap!)
Got a new bad bitch, yeah she got what I like but she sixteen
Yeah she for the streets
Swear it cannot be
Bad bitch, she want me
This ain't Sesame
I only hear the money like a paper pack machine
And if you're making money then you're her type boy no kizzy

She got keys, make sure you lock up all the crib up when you leave
We could bool if I were Riky and you got on Louis V (Say what?)
Got a fetish for Chanel so you see what I see (CC)
Never seen friends like these
Talk to me nice gon' get you what you need (Keep poppin')
Northside where I bleed (Skrr)
I get racks, no sleep
Pour that four, let's get geeked (Get poppin')
I can't even try, these niggas boolin' on my leaks (C'mon)
If I'm in the club, you know she comin' home with me (Ofcourse)
I jus' might OD (Skrr)

Don't you look inside my cup, you know it's full of mud
I give my shawty what she want cause she give me free drugs
(Yeah she a bad bitch)
I just pull up on the scene, Davizzy's crib we're pimpin' lean
Feelin' hella clean, you only see me with the team (Onna Gang)
Now pussy boy be talking shit but I can never hear a thing
I only hear the money like a paper pack machine (Pussy!)
And if you're making money then you're her type boy no kizzy (No Cap!)
Got a new bad bitch, yeah she got what I like but she sixteen

Yeah she for the streets
For the streets