paroles de chanson On - Drippa

Aye PSA man
I do not fuck wit these rappers
Stop coming around me
Tryna rap ya lil songs and shit ion wanna hear dat shit
Fuck bout dis rap shit

Aye
Smoke the finest runtz look how it got my eyes squinted up
Sippin on dat shhh damn it got me feeling finished
She gave me that number when she come threw she gettin bent up
This lil hoe a pro she kept on suckin gang I been buss
When it come down to a lick bitch i'm to slick my wrist a dog on the play
No time to bitch up run these chips up till all of us straight
Few niggas I gave my last to they switched up all in my face
Been a lil throwed off ever since they put my dawg under grave
Ain't trusting shit these hoes be quick to bait you off for sum pape
Smile in my face can't trust these niggas behind my back they extra fake
Was getting shhh for shhh I swear to god the trap was booming great
Was swiping round the hood they pull us over grab the scale and break
To get to where i'm at today had to take all of them risk
Run my own plays can't tell me nun had to jump off of the bench
Fuck a hand out in this shit you either starve or get rich
Ain't trusting shit sum close ones cross me no days off wit the blick
We talking shhh then we gone meet up I can't do dat over phone
That shh come in we don't even buss it dat shit already gone
I been down way at the bottom so damn far and too long
Couple niggas they gettin shhh swear to god soon as i'm on
Please don't trust me might use one these fake niggas to sacrifice
Gotta smoke like 4-5 blunts of za to build a appetite
I been grindin wrist been workin I been up for several nights
I ain't got no time for sleepin till my bank account sitting right
Threw dat shit on bout a hour later I done fucked it up
Hoe talk netflix and chill hoe is you tryna fuck or what?
Dripp stay in dat drip yeah you know me bitch I be saucyed up
Eyes low like sunset it ain't no coffee in these coffee cups

Run me up sum pape and then I sit on
Dripp stay in dat drip wit a bad bitch she fuck me good and suck my dick long
Way before the labels bitch I been on
Wasn't never nun to get a pack to get out here and get my wrist on
All my opps all a nigga do is shit on
Niggas cool day one then day two they switch up thats why I keep the blick on
Stepped up out the closet wit dat shit on
Run it up and fuckit off for all them days we risked it on them flip phones