Drip From My Walk*

[Intro: Dougie B, Lil Uzi Vert] (Is that, Chris?) Grrah, grrah (Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?) Grrah, grrah (Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?) Grrah, grrah Grrah, grrah (DOA) Grrah [Chorus: Dougie B] Spinnin', we cruisin', flockin' from behind Double back, nobody hear we rewind Like, I gotta TP, it's too many eyes and ears, these niggas ain't really gon' ride We still outside, and we smokin' *** Like, GBG babies, everythin' for Naz Like, I feel like Bobby, now I'm talkin' hot He dropped the dice, now he in a box [Verse 1: Dougie B] Head tap, now the nigga in the sky I know a Dummy who thought he was Flash, and tripped, and now that nigga got me high Like, I know some niggas who smokin' my deads, tried callin' they phone, forgot thеm niggas died DOA, EBK, flockin' for mine Grrah, see the dеmon in my eyes Backdoor comin', nigga, no surprise [Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert] Grrah, boom Yeah [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] You can see the demon all in my eyes Backdoor, nigga, that's a surprise Turnt bitch, no, the hoe she ain't shy Got your bitch suckin' dick in the ride Dougie buzzin', give my boy a high-five I'm from Philly, so I'm smokin' on mines (Yeah) Shootin' out the window, mine it got blinds .40 wit' the switch, it make you go blind Pull up on your block with a Tec-9 Yeah, the one came right with a cooler All my killers be on hoe shit like, shh, take off S.H, I'm with my 'ooters Got a red Palm, make me feel booler Birkin bag, yeah, she holdin' my boot up I was callin' plays right out a Uber Bro did a hit right off a scooter [Verse 3: Dougie B & Lil Uzi Vert] I get the drip from my walk, like Dougie and Uzi, watch how we maneuver I get the drip for my walk, like, I almost signed for a brick, and that's all Kay-Kay takin' that risk, don't matter what the cost And at any location, nigga, I'ma toss I am Osama [Loco?] on the [cars?], pockets fat, Adin Ross, he get you gone for [?] If I like what you got, I'll tell you, "Take it off" And I'm givin' my niggas so they all could floss [Bridge: Lil Uzi Vert, Dougie B] Yeah, yeah Brrt, ha Ba, bop, yeah Grrah, grrah DOA, rrah, rrah 1600-OA, nigga, grrah [Chorus: Dougie B] Spinnin', we cruisin', flockin' from behind Like, double back, nobody hear we rewind Like, I gotta TP, it's too many eyes and ears, these niggas ain't really gon' ride We still outside, and we smokin' *** Like, GBG babies, everything for Naz Like, I feel like Bobby, now I'm talkin' hot He dropped the dice, now he in a box