Dripset

[Intro]
(Zombie on the track)
Yo, brodie, yerr
Ayy, man, we bout to go to Miami, man
We bout to go to the yams, bro
Im stressed out, man, I need some love, man, yerr
Ayy, uh
[Verse 1]
Just drunk a half a bottle of that Hennessy, Im wavy
Had to leave that * **** before she played me
My feelings hurt, I cant even lie, that was my baby
But **** love, love is just a ***** that never paid me
Then whatd you do? (What you think?)
Went and got a bag like a boss do
So next time you wanna have my heart, its gon cost you (Uh)
Its RedLyfe, baby, but my heart blue (My heart blue)
My money number one, so listen, ho, you just a part two (Ooh)
So play your part, I aint got no time for your feelings now
Landed in Miami, rent the Rari, put the ceiling down
[Chorus]
Ooh, uh, drip check (Ooh, ooh)
Shades on, neck wet, wrist wet (Okay, okay)
And I got that smile that make your ***** wet (Hello)
In Miami like Santana town
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dripset, dripset, dripset, dripset, ooh, uh
[Verse 2]
And Im with my guys, all foreigns at the stop sign (Skrrt, skrrt)
And we spinnin blocks, gotta watch where the opps hide (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bad ***** lookin like a pie, she on thot time (Ooh)
Put Henny in her Mai Tai (Ooh), now she on my time (Hello)
Then I hit the bro up like lets go up on a Sunday (Yerr)
Five foreigns deep, gang hoggin up the one-way (Yes)
LIV on a Sunday (Hah), we aint throwinchump change (No)
Party on the yacht, couple thots and the ****in gang (Gang)
We aint got no worries, drinkin Henny just to numb the pain (Facts)
Big Cuban links, diamonds dancin off the sun rays (VVs)
[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, drip check (Ooh)
Shades on, neck wet, wrist wet (Okay, okay)
And I got that smile that make your ***** wet (Hello)
In Miami like Santana town
D-D-Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dripset, dripset, dripset, dripset, uh (Ooh)
[Verse 3]
Jim Jones ballin (Ooh), big drip saucin (Hello)
Money and respect, got the power like Im Austin (Facts)
Backend money, get like fifteen on the walk in (Like fifteen bands)
Fifteen niggas deep, tell the bouncer let my dawgs in (Let em in)
Its gon be a problem if this Glock get to barkin (Boom, boom, baow)
We gon turn an opp into dog shit (Thats a fact)
Put a price on em like an auction (He dont want that)
My niggas walk shit, we dont talk shit (Hold on)
I collect the bag, give my brother Reem a portion (Gang)
And we hit them stores, came off tour with a fortune (We spend that)
Im tried of flexin on em, its exhaustin (Im tired)
Neck on faucet (Ooh), bad *****es on it
[Chorus]
Ooh, drip check (Okay, okay)
Shades on, neck wet, wrist wet (Okay, okay)
And I got that smile that make your ***** wet (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
In Miami like Santana town (Zombie on the track)
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dripset, dripset, dripset,dripset
Dipset, dripset, dripset, dripset (Flex, flex, flex)