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...