paroles de chanson Drip - Hxppa

Aye, keys in ignition
Foot on the gas
Like 'rello we twistin'
Stu' time, don't ask, boy
Unless you is spittin'
I'm chasing the plaques
You at home wishin', yeah

Saint Laurent on the break (Skrrt)
Windows opaque
Swoop up lil' shawty
We bumping my tape
Eight for the shoes
Stat pulling in views
Two Gs on my waist
Don't get it confused
Never rock fakes (Nah)
Straight from Ladue
I get to the cake
Then I Jimmy Choo (Choo, Choo)
Gucci, my watch
Shoes look like socks
Do songs in one take

That shit in your queue (Bet)

I drop this shit at 80k
I keep climbing
Don't follow no leader
Who say shit? Not Simon
I smoke misdemeanors
Be graphic designing
Send heat through your speakers
Made this beat
I'm grinding, wow
These stars aligning now

Why you so quiet now?

Damn

(Hold up I'm still going)

I know you ain't heard from me in a lil' minute
This harmony tertiary
Burberry tinted
Girl, my head on Mercury
Memories vivid
Still speak in hyperbole
Reppin' Raf Simons
Electric blue turtleneck
Fuck with the vision
That Hxppa my circle rep
Making transitions
I'm smoking on purple shit
Stereo image
I write like a journalist
No politician
Won't add to that turbulence
My plays five digits
I kill beats, I'm merciless
Burn weed like bridges
I revel in purchases
Impulse decisions
When these sounds resurface bitch
Bass drum drum be kicking
Got all heat like furnace
Hear chords as they switchin
Henny in my thermos
Do dabs while I'm trippin'

I'm counting these earnings
Collecting these listens
But these lines get blurry
At times I get distant

Uh, keys in ignition
Foot on the gas, girl

Like 'rello we twistin'
Burning through cash, girl
I got bills like Clinton (Aye)
You ain't chasing a bag, foo
Like who is you kidding?

I fuck up six stings
Like I know the ropes
I'm snipping your wings
Plays all on the globe
I bump in beijing
I got tabs like chrome
I ball like cha-ching
Gucci cologne
Jewelry swing
All up on my clothes

Crew boutta link
Boy watch your tone
You should rethink
I'm in my zone
My supreme hat pink
Your text red like my phone

I stop thinking when the night starts falling
Fuck these labels, I'm all in

Plays go straight to my wallet
Till you nail my coffin
I'm all froze
Neck be frosted
Playing shows
Gucci cotton
Couple months outta pocket

Keys in ignition
Foot on the gas, girl
Like 'rello we twistin'
Burning through cash, girl
I got bills like Clinton (Aye)
You ain't chasing a bag, foo
Like who is you kidding?