Drip

Lemme tell you 'bout the drip (yeah)

I'm at the function uninvited, rockin' all designer sh*t (facts)

I'm sitting on a Louis throne wearin' Gucci toe socks

Staring at a sea of tj maxx, ah

I got the fendi carabiner on the water bottle (water)

Balenciaga lookin' wavy on my squash goggles (squash)

You got a satchel for your stash, that's a fad

I spend a couple grand cash on the Gucci mousepad

Yellow diamonds on my china plates, uh

Vvs on my retainer case, uh

Fendi razor when I shave my face

I got the Versace doorbell, welcome to my place

And there's a pool in the back

Got haters lookin' sad when they peep the 'berry swim cap (swim cap)

That's no cap got the givenchy right on my back

And underneath the amiri pants I rock a Gucci jockstrap

(Wait, what's up?)

Lemme tell you 'bout the drip ('bout the drip)

Credit card charged up, hope my mom don't flip (don't flip)

Gucci gun, margiela clip (margiela clip)

Got the Louis v beat and the fendi ad-lib

Lemme tell you 'bout the drip ('bout the drip)

Credit card charged up, hope my mom don't flip (doesn't flip)

Gucci gun, margiela clip (margiela clip)

Got the Louis v beat and the fendi ad-lib

You see the fit, everything I'm rockin' handmade

I got this amish b*tch, she makin' daddy marmalade

We raisin' sheep all in the back that's how I'm makin' suede

And I never pay for timberlands 'cause that's my trade

That new whip, crackin', smackin' that horse ass

My woodgrain wagon so old fashioned, I make it go fast

Your girl asked me to plow her fields 'cause she know you won't

She into animals, 'cause she f*ckin' with the G.O.A. t

My back hurtin' churnin' dope (whip it, whip it)

We in the soil growin' smoke (we tilling, tilling)

She going numb off my stroke (she want it, want it)

Organic yogurt in the throat

Drip so hard my Louis sweater moist

My di*k two-tone, call it a phantom royce

I'm only f*ckin' with designer 'roids

I'm ballin' out not like them other broke boys

Lemme tell you 'bout the drip ('bout the drip)

Credit card charged up, hope my mom don't flip (lemme tell you)

Gucci gun, margiela clip (margiela clip)

Got the Louis v beat and the fendi ad-lib

Lemme tell you 'bout the drip (about the drip)

Credit card charged up, hope my mom don't flip (lemme tell you)

Gucci gun, margiela clip (margiela clip)

I got the Louis v beat and the fendi ad-lib

Ooh, I got that Louis v on

I got that Louis v on

You got that Louis v on, know I'm f*ckin' with that Gucci

You know I'm f*ckin' with that Louis

Ohh, and I'm gonna drown in that booty

And now I'm f*ckin' with your b*tch in some Gucci

(Yeah! Haha, heh)