Vintage Drip Lyrics

Waiting for a hundred grand check

I don't demand anything but respect

Rolling weed just to not stress

But I got a lot so it looks excess

Still mad at my high school class

Cause I been fresh never got best-dressed

Ya'll be incest same genes

Wear the same thing thinking both look clean

Flying right past you

Shorty got face like a high class actress

Raised in the cornfield pastures

Bitter round everyone? Boy you not happy

I get hats-off like you're inside

When you under pressure you got something in your windpipe

I just told her sit tight

Baby you can go and make an X-rated sitcom

Drip on me got that motherfucking drip on me

Chips on me came to spend I got them chips on me

Big homies been my homies they would kill for me

Ain't it funny how I'm looking like the bail-bondsman

Bitch I had the juice for momma got that sippy-cup

I been fly down to the socks don't keep my zipper up

I got zips I upped the price on all you lil fucks

I know I'm gifted why the fuck would I go give this up

Make you levitate Criss Angel

Break your leg like Kurt Angle

LA thotties love being strangled

Ain't no average Joe I'm like the one from the Bengals

Conrad always drop shit

Like the cake ready oven mitt I forgot it

I just wanna freaky lil wild bitch

I just make slaps like Will Smith

Tryna go shopping out in Venice

Ain't talking bout beaches you bitches

If you on bullshit, call it

Don't beat yourself up, Jussie Smollett

Haters go and hate I'm smiling cause

I don't really give a fuck about em

Don't watch One-Piece but I brought it

Winning ain't the same when you bought it

Drip on me got that motherfucking drip on me

Chips on me came to spend I got them chips on me

Big homies been my homies they would kill for me

Ain't it funny how I'm looking like the bail-bondsman

Bitch I had the juice for momma got that sippy-cup

I been fly down to the socks don't keep my zipper up

I got zips I upped the price on all you lil fucks

I know I'm gifted why the fuck would I go give this up