Testo Get dripped Pasto Flocco

Get dripped

Ayo, J6, turn that up
Huh, that's my nigga J6, man (Dulio)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Bitch you get dripped
Check paid, walked in Nieman and shit, yeah-yeah
Step out in Gucci and Prada, you know she fiend for this dick, yeah
Hatin'-ass niggas around me, like some ticks on dogs, yeah
I am the boss, yeah
Angelic, you know we the stars, yeah
I don't have remorse, I know what I did
Don't do apologies, you deal with the gang
Said I ain't Blood, said I ain't Crip
Lil'-ass boy, he a lil'-ass kid
He look up to me, always copy my drip
Lil'-ass boy tryna take my bitch
Grabbin' the leftovers right out the fridge
Shut that, now go straight to the grill

This ain't a freestyle, let me tell you something
Passin' the [?] after I bust it
She said she was hungry, I'm Mr. McLovin
[?] drugs [?]
Taliban, taliban, you know that I'm bustin'
Angelic the adamant, know how we comin'
I know she was lyin', she changin' the subject
Gotta stay golden, nigga, never rustin'
Feelin' real, Ray Lewis, you know I'ma rush it
Gotta go better, I had to adjust it
That lil' bitch want me dead, 'cause I'm finna bust it
Go to the top, ain't no reversin'
I can't fuck with these niggas, they opposite
You worry 'bout hoes, I'm worried 'bout guap and shit
Gotta reload, fuck around and pop some shit
Drivin' the boat, fuck around and [?] and shit
Hoes, they don't got no manners
Just like a monkey, they play with bananas
[?] on their body, I don't need to stand up
Big ass Backwood, I feel like I'm sinnin'
Shoutout bro Benji, he stay in Atlanta
Bitch, I'm feelin' like A.I., bitch, I got the answers
Exotic-ass hoes, she is a dancer
Bring her to the crib, pull her pants down, pants her
Pour that purple in that Fanta
Don't pass me no Henney, [?]
Man in the middle, I'm always on [?]
Bitch, I feel like [?] when she try to kiss me
Alexander McQueen, bitch, I feel like I'm [?]
I don't run from the opps, I don't run like a rookie
[?], showin' hundreds and fifties
All of this music before it get icky

Bitch you get dripped
Check paid, walked in Nieman and shit, yeah-yeah
Step out in Gucci and Prada, you know she fiend for this dick, yeah
Hatin'-ass niggas around me, like some ticks on dogs, yeah
I am the boss, yeah
Angelic, you know we the stars, yeah
I don't have remorse, I know what I did
Don't do apologies, you deal with the gang
Said I ain't Blood, said I ain't Crip
Lil'-ass boy, he a lil'-ass kid
He look up to me, always copy my drip
Lil'-ass boy tryna take my bitch
Grabbin' the leftovers right out the fridge
Shut that, now go straight to the grill
Bitch you get dripped
Check paid, walked in Nieman and shit, yeah-yeah
Step out in Gucci and Prada, you know she fiend for this dick, yeah
Hatin'-ass niggas around me, like some ticks on dogs, yeah
I am the boss, yeah
Angelic, you know we the stars, yeah
I don't have remorse, I know what I did
Don't do apologies, you deal with the gang
Said I ain't Blood, said I ain't Crip
Lil'-ass boy, he a lil'-ass kid
He look up to me, always copy my drip
Lil'-ass boy tryna take my bitch
Grabbin' the leftovers right out the fridge
Shut that, now go straight to the grill

Pasto Flocco, yeah