Lyrics For G Dot - Yung Drippy

(Pray to the lord cause I miss my bro)
(Can't go)
(We support get rich get old)
(Guess you bros they ain't really, man it starts at my toes crinkle my nose)
(Nobody knows)
Said I, pray the lord don't take my soul
Pray to the lord cause I miss my bro
Baby girl don't leave can't go
We supposed to get rich get old

Big T got knocked cause they told
Guess your bros they ain't really your bros
Used to hoop like a young D. Rose
Now I'm up on the block selling O's

Bad lil shorty she, wait
Bad lil shorty she bad to the bone
Talking hot you get hit with the chrome
Whole gang dripped out Vlone

I was down bad I was alone
Why'd you leave me? All on my own
Tried to call you ain't answer the phone
Hi-tech with a shot of Patrón

Man it starts at my toes, crinkle my nose
Where'd it go? nobody knows

Got that ice on my wrist it's on froze
Bad bitch she want me to propose
I don't run through the 6 wit my woes
We just run wit them sticks and them poles

Shorty tryna go low for a show
Better wipe off that shit off yo nose

Drippy Dri, on the beat
Told em stop playing wit me
Bitch I got the gang they wit me
Brand new Johnny Dangs in my teeth

Shorty gave me brain she elite
But she not my main she a freak
Do you feel the rain on your feet
Ball like D. Wade on the heat

Shorty bad but she for the team
Brodie got a Mac wit a beam
Off a half and half it's a dream
I just spent a rack on some jeans

(I just spent a rack on some jeans, ohhh)
(Weee)
(Weee, nooo, woah woah wooahh)

Said I, pray the lord don't take my soul
Pray to the lord cause I miss my bro
Baby girl don't leave can't go
We supposed to get rich get old

Big T got knocked cause they told
Guess your bros they ain't really your bros
Used to hoop like a young D. Rose
Now I'm up on the block selling O's

Bad lil shorty she, wait
Bad lil shorty she bad to the bone
Talking hot you get hit wit the chrome
Whole gang dripped out Vlone

I was down bad I was alone
Why'd you leave me? All on my own
Tried to call you ain't answer the phone
Hi-tek wit a shot of Patrón

Man it starts at my toes, crinkle my nose
Where'd it go? nobody knows

Got that ice on my wrist it's on froze
Bad bitch she want me to propose
I don't run through the 6 wit my woes
We just run wit them sticks and them poles

Shorty tryna go low for a show
Better wipe off that shit off yo nose