DRIP 5LYA Lyrics

Really went over green and I ain’t talking acres

She like my new Balenci

She call me drip slayer

If it ain’t big cash yeah

Then I’ll see you later

Slime ain’t got no heart he’ll send you to your maker

You tried to snake me, fuck you bastard

Calling me shooter from Manchester no Rashford

I pull up with C1 no delays

Too many vibes in the car there’s no space

Lewis Hamilton, you know I win my race

No more court trips you know I beat that case

Me and my dargs all legends yeah and I ain’t talking apex

Might just breed this lighty yeah and I ain’t thinking safe sex

You could be braile and I swear to god I still won't feel you

Might get your girl to line you up for some brand new Jimmy Choo

Spent a bag on these shoes

Yeah the bottom look like ketchup

Girl saw the bill at Novikov

Her face looking like what the fuck

Sometimes I be thinking are aliens as high as me

Sometimes I be thinking

Is anyone as real as me

On the road to success

Trying to swerve the traffic

I wear my heart on my sleeve

I put my wrist in the freezer

My rollie strap is a jubilee

My bitch bad tradegy

She said smile

My fit Stella McCartney

P.F Changs

Used to be Indomie