Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
Drippin on these niggas, drip drop
It's a real rollie it don't tick tock
Savage ridin' round the city with that Glock
Get that dick on it, I'm a let it pop
Let it pop, bitch you better run
It ain't no fun, when young Savage got the gun
I drop bombs on these niggas like Osama
Keep the Don Cannon I don't want no drama
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
Flyest nigga you ever seen, I'm the king of the team
Hydro codeines, caught serving beans to the fiends
My new bitch Billy Jean, old bitch Tina Turner, keep the burner
Old hunnids Tom Joyner, my new bitch is a foreigner
My new wrist cost a 36, that's a quarter brick or three shows
I cut the ice on ear lobes, I'd rather split it with my bros
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin