Drip

(CHORUS)
Ain’t none of you bitches stunting on my fucking drip
I know all of you motherfuckers talking shit
Y’all mad sensitive might as well call you clit
Y’all motherfuckers got nothing on my fucking drip

Ain’t none of you bitches stunting on my fucking drip
I know all of you motherfuckers talking shit
Y’all mad sensitive might as well call you clit
Y’all motherfuckers got nothing on my fucking drip

(VERSE 1)
I’m an old record, I’m classical
Take a break stop trying sabbatical
All of them crowns I’m snatching them
Leave a sticky hickey Vicky like Pattison

Y’all mad, y’all pressed
Y’all sad, depressed
I must confess
You’re badly dressed

Im stunting, I’m rich
Living, lavish
That hoe, she tried
Now poof, vanish

I’m, coming off the G5
I’m, stunting and I’m living fine
I’m, the best I ever been
You, tryna get like me

It’s cause I’m bossed up
That leaves you pressed
I stay sauced up
You a full blown mess

You get one turn, one term
You can hold the crown
But under one term

(CHORUS)
Ain’t none of you bitches stunting on my fucking drip
I know all of you motherfuckers talking shit
Y’all mad sensitive might as well call you clit
Y’all motherfuckers got nothing on my fucking drip

Ain’t none of you bitches stunting on my fucking drip
I know all of you motherfuckers talking shit
Y’all mad sensitive might as well call you clit
Y’all motherfuckers got nothing on my fucking drip

(VERSE 2)
Ayo, Pass that crown to the real king
You know I’ve been buzzing round
T-Time to sting,
I’m bad to the bone
No chicken wing
And I’m curving these bitches
With no sling, ayo

I’m bagging these bitches
I never meant to do that
When they come up to me
I be like who dat

You talk shit, get smacked
You’re toxic, stand back
Cardio, heart attack
Time to bring the blonde back

I’m an icon, recognise this face
When you see me, Destiny’s Child, say my name
I ain’t got time to make friends, better know your place
If you come into my life know the rules of the game, ah

Bring a baddie B
The baddest B
The maddest B
Bring her round to Daddy Tee
On her knees, make her plead
Can her tongue do A, B, C’s
Can her throat do X, Y, Z’s
Can she make my toes curl
If so, she the right girl

(CHORUS)
Ain’t none of you bitches stunting on my fucking drip
I know all of you motherfuckers talking shit
Y’all mad sensitive might as well call you clit
Y’all motherfuckers got nothing on my fucking drip

Ain’t none of you bitches stunting on my fucking drip
I know all of you motherfuckers talking shit
Y’all mad sensitive might as well call you clit
Y’all motherfuckers got nothing on my fucking drip