Текст песни Drip Freestyle 2 - J Neat feat. Houdini

Wlatt
Slime shit, know I'm sayin'?
Big W's in this bitch
Grrt, grrt, wlatt, wlatt

Ayy, ayy
He ain't makin' money, he lazy
Drip too hard so I feel like Baby
I'm in the field just like Tom Brady
Trap still runnin', got meds for the patients

Ball like Luka, don't play for Mavericks
I don't play tennis, but I need my rackades
Crodie, he accurate just like he Allen (grrt, grrt)
We got them tools just like a mechanic (bah, bah)

I ain't go fishin' and I keep me a rod
Niggas they cappin', it's all a facade
Ain't talkin' money, I'm endin' the call
Glizzies and choppers, we ready for war (grrt), ayy

We pull up, shoot in the day or the dark (brrt, brrt)
He got a gun, but he don't got a heart
She see a foreign, she hop in the car
This is a wraith, just look at the stars

Ayy, ayy (bah, bah, bah)
I'm in the kitchen, turn soft into hard
She let it clap like a round of applause
Digits and commas, they need to be large (bah, bah)

Drippin' Amiri, I'm wearin' Lacoste (grrt)
Just like Hugo, I'm a boss
Sippin' on ratio, this ain't no wok
I'm on my grind like Tony Hawk

I know they're fake, I keep my distance
33 shots, feel like I'm Pippen
I need millies, I'm on a mission
If I fail, I won't quit (grrt)

I go hard just for Twin (grrt)
Can't wear my shoes, it won't fit
All of them chances, takin' them risks
You can get flied just like a trip

He won't fold, he won't bend, yeah, yeah
I need millies, don't need friends, yeah, yeah
With my brothers 'til the end, yeah, yeah
And I'm a hooligan 'til I'm dead, yeah, yeah (gang)

Fuck you, better pay me (now)
He ain't gettin' no money, he lazy
I had to go to the trap on a daily
Weighin' up, two 4's and a baby

I turn on his nose like Rudolph (red nose)
Gettin' these niggas so pissed off (roll off)
Cut it out with the loose talk
Tryna turn up the dot like I'm Chris Bosh

They wanna ride the wave
But don't even know how to surf, so lame
Smokin' away my pain
I had to get outta my turf, oh main

I had the drip before birth (the drip)
I gotta tax for a verse
Me and J Neat gonna flex on the earth (flex)
Pour a deuce or a three of the syrup

With my life, yeah, I gamble it
Only 'cause I can handle it
Hunnids packs done vanished it (yerr)
Get it off and I sample it

I ain't tryna get knocked again
Free my dawgs locked in the pen
Free my dawgs up in the cage
Smokin' loud up on the range

Niggas fake, I stay the same
Crazy face when she gave me brain
Can't take me for a stain
Tryna fuck me 'cause my name

How you switchin' up for the fame?
I came up off of 'caine
I came up off them heads
All day up in the trench

Now I'm startin', came up off a bench
He runnin' from the feds, gotta hop on a fence
They be like, "Houdini is movin' so tense"
He know I'm just coolin' just gelato my meds

Two hundred, I'm cruisin', I'm dodgin' the feds
She got so excited when she seen the Benz
Got so excited when she see the feds
I'm on the block with a Glock and my men's, gang

Already off TEC, I don't need me a Xan'
Don't mean to diss, I like sippin' instead
Don't talk to me if you talkin' to feds (uh)
He don't wanna smoke, he want second hand

Gerber (Gerber)