DRIP DROP

[Intro: Jack Harlow]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey

[Verse 1: Jack Harlow]

If you want it you can have it, that my old style

Moving through the night just like an old coy-

-Yote, low profile, sippin' something, got my piss lookin' like the Oh-hi

Push it 'til it's broke down

Somethin' like my momma when I take the bag home to her

Con artists talkin' like some connoisseurs

If you want the beef we can put them bitches on skewers

She the one I wrote this song for

And she put it on while she puttin' on the contour

Phone calls from the concourse

Long way from home and that pussy what I long for

But, for now I'm on the clock, uh

Give myself off to you right before I knock

Once I'm back home, then you know it's Yung Joc

We gon' set the camcorder up and make a Hitchcock

I'm a uhh, big shot, uh

I can't eat it cold, so I hope this shit's hot

I can't eat the leftovers out the Ziploc

It's a mental thing for me, I can't really explain it

I know we're friends, but it feel like we datin' sometimes

I feel the tension in all the conversations we have

I know the beat ain't really hot 'til I'm pacin' around

And I'm pacin' right now

Yeah, this shit knockin'

And she, and she, she tryin' give noggin (Oof!)

Tryin' show the youngin' what the tip top is

But see me, I'm just tryin' see what the drip drop is, uh

Hit it once, she say that we been talkin', uh

I don't mind, I'm enjoyin' the company

And it's validatin' for me, fill the void I been strugglin' with

I rock a soldier out of Troy when I'm bussin' this shit

It's an infection I avoid, I been wantin' to kick

But, I been flip floppin', huh

Indecisive how I'm tryin' get poppin' (Ooh!)

Plain cheeseburger, I don't get toppin'

Chauncy tryin' show me what the crip walk is

[Verse 2: CyHi The Prynce]

CyHi, yeah, huh

Drip droppin'

Call the maintenance man, I don't fix faucets, huh

Smokin' strong, can't quit coughin'

Valentino with the Louis, boy, I mix sauces

Big bosses over here, girl, I'm Rick Rossin', huh

Big toppin' what the chicks gossip

She like my last CD, I guess she disc jockin'

Spokin' word over bass, I be grid lockin'

She was bad so I had to take the bitch shoppin'

Hit the Rollie store to kill time, now we tick tockin', huh

Hurry up before my dick soften

She put the panties on backwards, got her criss crossin', huh

Send her home in some sweatpants

She vegan so I hit her with the eggplant, huh

Her daddy rich so so I'm Stedman, huh

Vetements Gucci headband, huh

She said I'm better than her ex man

"If you fuck another bitch, you a dead man"

Hold on, girl, you talkin' like you pregnant

I am not your nigga, I'm your bestfriend, huh

Shhh, quit talkin'

I just wanna' know what the drip drop is, huh

I pull her hair, girl, I rip stockins'

If you ain't fuckin' with me, you can kick rocks then

Never take the hat off, boy, I'm Kid Rockin'

She said, "I'm sorry, I don't get that type of dick often"

Honey gold diggin' hoe be tryin' to pick pocket

So I'm swip swappin'

Got a thick chocolate

Little chick from the market, caught her wrist watchin'

Now we at the crib and we binge watchin'

I'm straight forward on some Chris Rock shit

I'm just tryin' to see what the drip drop is, huh