Drippin in Spider

[Intro] Top Chef [Chorus] Yeah, I drip with Young Spider Drippin' in Spider, now I hopped out a Spyder (Hopped out a Spyder) You run your crew, then you put on that title (Put on that title) Three-sixty, boy, turn this shit to a cycle (Sixty boy) Two-fifty, boy, I put five in your noggin Ain't easily influenced and I ain't trippin' 'bout it (Woo) Throw that cap drip off in the garbage (Throw it) Chuckin' my B, but I'm ridin' on Slauson (Baby) Fuck with my Crips, boy, they know how I pop it (Brr) I keep my bitch in the back of the 'Bach (Yeah) She think I'm cheatin', she pulled out my plaits (Nah, there) This shit a yayo, I'm gettin' me a pack Hundred K on my neck, better hit with no flash Jeweler play with me, I get on his ass (Get on his ass) I know you ain't shoppin', you checkin' the tag You ain't no shooter, your blick in your bag [Verse 1] Fuck a camera, I don't need no backup (Nah) 'Bout this mun-yun, I promise, her ass up (Nah, there) Pop a X pill and turn the fan up This ain't Texas, I went got my bands up (On Baby) Four pockets, I feel like I'm Wham (Wham) In that dinner, I'm ridin' in that Lamb' (Lamb') Nigga usin' my name in they scams (Scams) When I catch you, I'm wettin' it down (I'm wettin' it down) Suck my dick in the winter, that's a cold slut In the spot, I got dosed up, but nigga got no luck (Nah) Put a hole in the boy like a donut Went and turnt my mouth white like the Ku Klux (Top Chef) Got a bean, now my ex bought a new butt Ain't retarded, a goofy can't fool us (Nah) In the hills with the view and that pool stuff Niggas trippin' 'bout hoes, tie your shoes up [Chorus] Yeah, I drip with Young Spider Drippin' in Spider, now I hopped out a Spyder (Hopped out a Spyder) You run your crew, then you put on that title (Put on that title) Three-sixty, boy, turn this shit to a cycle (Sixty boy) Two-fifty, boy, I put five in your noggin Ain't easily influenced and I ain't trippin' 'bout it (Woo) Throw that cap drip off in the garbage (Throw it) Chuckin' my B, but I'm ridin' on Slauson (Baby) Fuck with my Crips, boy, they know how I pop it (Brr) I keep my bitch in the back of the 'Bach (Yeah) She think I'm cheatin', she pulled out my plaits (Nah, there) This shit a yayo, I'm gettin' me a pack Hundred K on my neck, better hit with no flash Jeweler play with me, I get on his ass (Get on his ass) I know you ain't shoppin', you checkin' the tag You ain't no shooter, your blick in your bag [Verse 2] BP whip, they don't know what I'm in Prada shades, cop them for the tint Self payed, I don't care 'bout no bitch Uppin' the budget, this shit gettin' lit (Let's go) Talk with myself 'cause this niggas get it twisted First time nigga play with me and they blitzed (Brr) Conley Road, baby, my shit worth a ticket (Money) Real outspoken, can't blemish my image Yeah, at the bank, that just where I been Mixin' designers, I dress and I blend Just like a shark, you get bit with that fin (Hey) Down bitch set him up like a tent (Woo) Leave these niggas hangin' just like I'm Christ Stuffed chicken in the back of Ruth's Chris Put 'em on, hit that boy with a brick Stones all on my Bartier wrist (Let's go) [Chorus] Yeah, I drip with Young Spider Drippin' in Spider, now I hopped out a Spyder (Hopped out a Spyder) You run your crew, then you put on that title (Put on that title) Three-sixty, boy, turn this shit to a cycle (Sixty boy) Two-fifty, boy, I put five in your noggin Ain't easily influenced and I ain't trippin' 'bout it (Woo) Throw that cap drip off in the garbage (Throw it) Chuckin' my B, but I'm ridin' on Slauson (Baby) Fuck with my Crips, boy, they know how I pop it (Brr) I keep my bitch in the back of the 'Bach (Yeah) She think I'm cheatin', she pulled out my plaits (Nah, there) This shit a yayo, I'm gettin' me a pack Hundred K on my neck, better hit with no flash Jeweler play with me, I get on his ass (Get on his ass) I know you ain't shoppin', you checkin' the tag You ain't no shooter, your blick in your bag [Outro] Bae, what you got goin' on? I'm over here, waitin' on you Nah, man, I'm on the way, I got to Atlanta, like ten minutes away But you ready? Nah, you-you got all your shit on? Yeah, I'm waitin', I'm waitin' on you Hol' up, man, 12 pullin' me over What the fuck? He hit his lights on me, bruh Hol' on, I'ma call you right back, I'ma see what the hell the nigga want Hol' on, I'ma call you right back Roll your window down, sir Fuck, this nigga pullin' me over (Bitch ass nigga) License and registration, please What's up, bro? What'd you pull me over for, bro? License and—, come on, let's see it (Man) License and registration, please Course I got license and registration, man You know why I pulled you over? Come on, man Oh—, oh—, oh my God, are—, are you Lil Gotit? Man, how the hell you know me, bruh? Oh, man, what's up, Slime? Hey, man, how's it going, man? You doin' too much, man YSL, man, slatt, slatt, man, oh my God I go by, "Top Chef" (Yeah—, oh), Thotty Oh, man, I gotta ask you for a picture, man, I gotta ask you for a picture Wanted a picture, man talkin' 'bout a picture Come on, let's get—, let me get a selfie, man (Yeah, yeah) All officers in the Atlanta area, please be advised Ah, man, I gotta get goin' out of here, they're callin' me on the radio But hey, man, you stay safe out there, man Hey, ayy, if there's anything I can do, man, you let me know, slatt, alright? Nah, nah, what you can do for me, though Tell the—, uh, go tell your boss, your lieutenant What? What's that? "Free Jeff, bitch"