Drip (Remix)

[Chorus: Yung Joc] Calm down, bow down, draw down, fire rounds Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip... [Verse 1: Yung Joc] Leave a hater drippin like a muthafuckin faucet Let it ride sideways, and bust my tool offset Leave these suckas leakin like a hole in a boat Then I turn them to a cancer patient, holes in they throat Toss his body off the boat, let 'em float off shore Before he hit the bottom, I be chillin' on the golf course I guess you call that hole in one Catch 'em at the daycare, I kill 'em holdin' his son It's like a horror movie, catch it at the cinema Plug 'em like an enema, he drippin like chlamydia I see you administer IV's, I be to sinister Get rid of 'em, diminish 'em Sit 'em in front of the ministers So I suggest you watch your words like a teleprompter I got hella choppas like folks that's in helicopters Pop 'em, Orville Redenbacher when the straps out Nigga sees his chest drippin, watch that pussy pass out [Chorus: Yung Joc] Calm down, bow down, draw down, fire rounds Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip... [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Suwoo to the beehive, strapped like T.I I keep that bitch on me, like "The Book of Eli" I just shoot 'em all, so I don't have to decide Split your body up, they gotta bury your ass three times Run up in your house, leave your brains on the couch Shoot up everything, fuck is aimin about? Empty that clip, then that bitch slide out Continue that procedure till them pussy's dried out I'm a east side gangster, I ain't never been a buster Nina is a cold black bitch, but I trust her I don't need a psychic to tell me I'm a hustler Cause bitch, I'm all about my paper, like Usher [Chorus: Yung Joc] Calm down, bow down, draw down, fire rounds Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip... [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] I got guns like I want it Assassin like 100, but this ain't no fuckin movie so you pussies don't want it Have you sick to your stomach like a rollercoaster would I'mma tell you this, this adventures of the hood All bull shit to the side nigga, I'll blow your ass off Young nigga shit, I do it with my mask off Crack's dumb as shit, yea I'll fuck around and crash ya'll Rich nigga shit, be the first nigga to run out Once I bring them guns around, everything change Pussy ass niggas start actin so lame like "I don't want no problem, I won't look at ya chain I won't talkin bout ya dog, I don't even know ya name" Call me cocky, back in the day, I'm Mr. Rubberband Mr. cook it out the frame, true And you? Mr. You-should-be-ashamed And disrespected a G, you'll be Mr. Leakin-out-ya-brains [Chorus: Yung Joc] Calm down, bow down, draw down, fire rounds Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip...