(Chorus – Lil Yachty)
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
Bi**h I’m drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
Bi**h I’m drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
Bi**h I’m drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
(Verse 1 – 21 Savage)
Drippin on these ni**as, drip drop
It’s a real rollie it don’t tick tock
Savage riding round the city with that Glock
Get that d**k on it, I’ma let it pop
Let it pop, bi**h you better run
It ain’t no fun, when young Savage got the gun
I drop bombs on these ni**as like Osama
Keep the Don Cannon I don’t want no drama
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 2 – Lil Yachty)
Flyest ni**a you ever seen, I’m the king of the team
Hydro codeines, caught serving beans to the fiends
My new bi**h Billy Jean, old bi**h Tina Turner, keep the burner
Old hunnids Tom Joyner, my new bi**h is a foreigner
My new wrist cost a 36, that’s a quarter brick or three shows
I cut the ice on ear lobes, I’d rather split it with my bros
(Repeat Chorus)
(Verse 3 – Sauce Walka)
Little bi**h I’m so sick, Saucing like I’m a Saucealot
I got so much flavor ni**a
Swear to God that I probably sent you something
Ain’t your mama my baby mama
Drippin sauce how I make the commas
Pulled everything out the bottle, red bottle
When I walk off it’s a magazine
Rolls got my wrist it look Burgundy
I made your bi**h buy a fur for me
It wasn’t even cold, hell it was spring
Sauce Ebola, epidemic got the world drippin over
Thanks to Sauce harbor now I’m on a little boat with 21 soldiers
(Repeat Chorus)
