Lil Gotit - Drip On Lyrics

(YT play that shit) hood baby

Hood baby from the third zone (Southside)
Dope so money fold (baby)
Gotit get a B-Roll (baby)
That ain't gon' never fold (baby)
Bih got ass on her (baby)
Yeah, money goin' (hey)
Why you playin' on the stash, homie? (Wait)
He caught two to the dome (frr, frr)
This chopper got bass (woo)
Sound like a trombone (ay)
Got the Chanel waist (waist)
Yeah, drip on (hey)
Drip on (hey)
Mas' on (It's peanut butter seats)
Drip on (hood baby)
I ain't scared of nothin' (real hood baby)

I'm drippin' like malt Lil' nigga can't stop it
A nigga gon' try me, that's cap, he got a partner
They sweet tryna act real hard like a Jolly Rancher (what?)
Catch 'em at his ho on God bitch (let's go)
The gang might end up in your thing (things)
Definitely got power but I ain't no ranger (no power ranger)
Omega on the trumpet, yeah, the bitch be singing (frr)
High-cut diamonds and the bitches be clean (I cleaned your life, yeah, woo)
It's getting money straight out the jungle, you can call that Jumanji
Cash and checks now I'm comin' out with hunnids (racks)
Got gas in and it came out of bundles (gas)
Put it in the trap and I'ma watch it do numbers (no cap)
But I'm with the babies, we gon' count up the commas (baby, hood)
G Star drip, I'ma hit 'em when I'm up (Yeah)
G ahead finesse, I'ma get to the money (slatt)

Hood baby from the third zone (Southside)
Dope so money fold (baby)
Gotit get a B-Roll (baby)
That ain't gon' never fold (baby)
Bitch got ass on her (baby)
Yeah, money goin' (hey)
Why you playin' on the stash, homie? (Wait?)
He caught two to the dome (frr, frr)
This chopper got bass (woo)
Sound like a trombone (ay)
Got the Chanel waist (waist)
Yeah, drip on (hey)
Drip on (hey)
Mas' on (It's peanut butter seats)
Drip on (hood baby)
I ain't scared of nothin' (Lil Gotit)

Dolce Gabbana, where this shit to the T (this shit)
Yeah I hit the dean and bought a new set of teeth (it's crazy but it's true, hey)
Your bitch tryna suck so her money on fleek (racks)
Go and get the bag, hell nah, I don't leach (bag)
Real nigga shit, poppin' shit I preach (real shit)
Drip school, nigga, just listen, I teach (slatt Gotit)
Traphouse beam, slatts gon' breach (slatt, slatt)
Real jack boy like Kodak, glee (glee)
I don't understand these mumble ass rappers (woo)
Fake ass kiddies and fake ass trappers (that's facts)
Niggas ain't shit but some motherf*ckin' cappers (ain't shit)
Flexing for the 'Gram, I'll wrestle them cappers (cap)
Bet this shit be drippin' when I'm rockin' with some 1's (Let's go)
Smoke exo-xo, I'ma feel it in my lungs (slatt)
Say you spendin', why lie? You a motherf*cking runt (why lie?)
Gang gang shit, y'all some motherf*cking dud (let's go)

Hood baby from the third zone (Southside)
Dope so money fold (baby)
Gotit get a B-Roll (baby)
That ain't gon' never fold (baby)
Bitch got ass on her (baby)
Yeah, money goin' (hey)
Why you playin' on the stash, homie? (Wait?)
He caught two to the dome (frr, frr)
This chopper got bass (woo)
Sound like a trombone (ay)
Got the Chanel waist (waist)
Yeah, drip on (hey)
Drip on (hey)
Mas' on (It's peanut butter seats)
Drip on (hood baby)
I ain't scared of nothin' (Lil Gotit)