DRIP DROP

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey If you want it you can have it, that my old style Moving through the night just like an old coyote 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 (Ooh!) Tryin' show the youngin' what the 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' a kid But, I been flip floppin', huh Indecisive how I'm tryin' get poppin' (Ooh!) Plain cheeseburger, I don't get toppin' Chauncey tryin' show me what the Crip walk is Cyhi, yeah, huh Drip droppin' Call the maintenance man, I don't fix faucets, huh Smoke is strong, can't quit coughin' Valentino with the Louis, boy, I make sauces Big bosses over here, girl, I'm Rick Rossin', ha Big toppin' with the cheese 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 you 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' see what the drip drop is, huh