Drip

[Hook]

Yeahhh better calm down

Bow down, I draw down

I fire rounds

Drip (x15)

[Verse 1: Yung Joc]

OK, monkey nigga, bet not slip, feed your ass banana clips

Yeah, I bust your head gasket, leave you with a oil drip

And for the lettuce AK's, that will spit your cabbage

And shit get tragically, leave cadavers filled with maggots

This ain't angus beef, you don't wanna order this

2 Glocks like 2Pac, I’m on my thug immortal shit

GPS goons show up to your coordinates

Chrome with the pearly, take you early, that's abortion bitch

Duck, duck, tape ya, wrap ya nigga, no balls

Throw slugs the same size as door knobs

Sixty seconds in and out pop, no prob

Blow ya whole face off, that's a blowjob

Shoot ya bitch in the throat leave her voice raspy

Too graphic?, I paint a picture so ya'll niggas grasp it

I call your momma, tell her pre-order ya fuckin' casket

Bury scary niggas, I never buried a hatchet

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Soo woo to the bee-hive, 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 ya ass 3 times

Run up in ya house, leave ya brains on the couch

Shoot up everything, fuck is aimin' about?

Empty that clip, than that bitch slide out

Continue that procedure till them pussy’s dried out

I'm a east side gangsta, I ain't never been a busta

Nina is a cold black bitch, but I trust her

I don't need a psychic to tell me I’m a hustla

Cause bitch, I’m all about my paper, like Usher

[Hook]

[Yung Joc]

I know Chris, decepticon clips transform ya

Leave niggas, ghost activity, paranormal

My piece of the pie, ha ha ha, Digorno

Bullets burn, make em dance, disco inferno

[Lil Wayne]

Back to the subject, i’ll kill ya in a heart beat

I put bullet holes in everything except the car seat

Young money bitch, I shoot one gun and switch

When the cops came the body still twitched (still twitched)

[Yung Joc]

Keep thuggin, you cute, you just flirtin' with death

That's a straight suicide, don’t bury yourself

Scared but can’t run, that's the stall factor

And if that automatic rap I bet they all scatter

Haiti earthquake ‘em, make they wall shatter

Penetrate your lungs and splatter they gallbladders

[Hook]