Drippy Lyrics - Young Dolph

Ayy 

Real drippy right now 

Lil' mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days 

That fake shit, I can't relate 

Hate, I see it all over his face (damn) 

Yeah I got racks in the safe 

Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae 

Never keep dope where you lay 

Keep a draco or an AK 

Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) 

Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) 

Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip) 

Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy 

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Prometh, sippin' 

My bitch she gettin' tipsy 

Valentino my outfit, my bitch she rockin' Fendi (drippy) 

Too much ice, it might make you dizzy 

Diamonds, hittin' 

Dead fresh, dig me (drippy) 

Drippy, drippy 

You a peasant, you cannot come near me (uhuh) 

Heard a fuck nigga wanna kill me 

'Cause I treat his baby mama like a frisbee, yeah 

Fuck nigga, try again 

You lose, I win 

Shoot him in the ass, again 

Pray for my enemies, amen 

The realest nigga in it, ayy man 

Shit, this young nigga poppin', damn 

Nah, can't no nigga stop him 

Paper Route, we stand on top of shit 

Pull up in your city, we rockin' shit 

I'm in the streets where the hitters at 

I'm in the street where the dealers at 

I'm in the section where all the bad bitches at 

Photos 

Lil' mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days 

That fake shit, I can't relate 

Hate, I see it all over his face (damn) 

Yeah I got racks in the safe 

Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae 

Never keep dope where you lay 

Keep a draco or an AK 

Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) 

Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) 

Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip) 

Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy 

I used to want a million then I wanted ten now I want a 100 

All my bitches got an onion, private jet out the country (let's go) 

Just to go shop and eat lunch 

Foreign hoes, I got a bunch 

Codeine (what else?), sweet tea (what's that?), call that a tropical punch (okay) 

I mix the Gelato with the lemon tree, call that a tropical blunt 

I give that green light and you done 

Ayy come here lil' mama, where you from? (Ey, what's up?) 

All of that ass, you the bomb 

All of that ass, you the bomb 

Now take this money, get on the plane 

I need you to go get a bomb 

I put her in Yves Saint Laurent 

I put 70 thou in my charm 

I put 50 grams in my trunk 

I was sellin' dope, I ain't go to prom (Damn, I wish I cloud've went to prom) 

But I get rich anyway so motherfuck the prom 

Drippy, drippy 

Lil' mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days 

That fake shit, I can't relate 

Hate, I see it all over his face (damn) 

Yeah I got racks in the safe 

Yeah I'm fuckin' on your bae 

Never keep dope where you lay 

Keep a draco or an AK 

Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) 

Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag) 

Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip) 

Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy