Drip (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Yung Joc - Chorus]

yeahhh better calm down,

bow down, i draw down,

I fire rounds

Drip (x15)

[Yung Joc]

Ey Weezy

Let me talk to these n-ggas

Ok

monkey n-gga, better not slip

feed your ass banana clips

yeah, yeah i bust your head gasket

leave you with a oil drip

and for the lettuce AKs not gon spit your cabbage

and she get tragically, cuz now it's filled with maggots

this aint angus beef

you dont wanna order this

2 glocks like 2 pac

i'm on my thug immortal sh-t

GPS goons show up to yo coordinates

chrome with the pearly take you early

thats abortion b-tch

duck, duck, tape ya, wrap ya n-gga, no balls

those slugs the same size as door knobs

sixty seconds in and out pop, no prob

blow ya whole face off

thats a blowjob

shoot ya bitch in the throat leave her voice raspy

too graphic? gotta paint a picture so ya n-ggas grasp it

I call your momma tell her pre-order ya f-ckin casket

bury scary n-ggas i never bury the hatchet

(Chorus)

[Lil Wayne]

soo woo to the beehive

strapped like T.I.

I keep that bitch on me

like the Book Of Eli

i just shoot 'em all

so I don't have to de-cide

split your body up

they gotta bury ya ass 3 times

run up in ya house

leave ya brains on the couch

shoot up everything, the f-ck is aiming about

empty that clip, than that b-tch slide out

continue that procedure till them p-ssy's dried out

Imma east side gangsta, i aint never been a busta

Nina is a cold black b-tch but I trust her

I dont need a psychic to tell me I'm a hustla

cuz b-tch, I'm all about my paper, like Usher

(Chorus)

[Yung Joc]

I know Chris, decepticon clips transform ya

leave n-ggas, ghost activity, paranormal

my piece of the pie, ha-ha-ha digorno

bullets burn, make em dance, disco inferno

[Lil Wayne]

Back to the subject, i'll kill ya in a heart beat

I put bullet holes in everything, except the car seat

young money b-tch, I shoot one gun and switch

when the cops came the body still twitched (still twitched)

[Yung Joc]

Keep thuggin, you cute, you just flirting with death

thats a straight suicide, don't bury yourself

scared but can't run, thats the stall factor

and if that automatic rap I bet they all scatter

Haiti earthquake 'em, make they wall shatter

penetrate your lungs and splatter they gallbladders

(Chorus)

[End]