a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

get dripped (ft. lil uzi vert, playboi carti & lil yachty) - hoaxxx lyrics

[intro]
earl on the beat
lousy

[verse 1: lil uzi vert]
trap, cell (trap)
mac, no dell (let’s go)
leave a n*gga stale (stale)
tec, no kel (bah, keltec)
one hand, odell (one hand)
slime, snail (slatt)
water, well
chain can’t melt (let’s go)
glocks in the mail (in the mail)
we send oppositions to h*ll (to h*ll, we do)
these n*ggas, they snitches, gon’ tell (let’s go)
’cause there is no hint on my sh*lls (bah)
mask on my face when we run in yo’ place
and we need every combination to the safe
and then, if you cooperate, everyone safe
got a spanish b*tch, yeah, she love giving me face
i said “little b*tch, do you like how this sh*t tastes?”
she said “uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, and seis”
tryna figure out how i’m gon’ get out my deal
i’m a bad boy, a reverend, i feel like i’m ma$e
your b*tch with me but she gotta leave by 8
’cause you know lil uzi do not walk with no cape
don’t rock no bape, but my n*ggas, they apes
and we walk with bananas that bust at yo’ grape
atlantic, pacific, and indian ocean gon’ lay on my neck
lil’ b*tch, this not a lake
the slowest car i got is probably a h*llcat
and if you want do it, we probably could race (skrrt)
and if you gon’ hate, n*gga, then hate
don’t let me f*ck, then lil’ b*tch, you is bait
don’t wanna talk, no, i don’t want debate
bro flip the bricks just like raf flipped the straight
i made a million right there on a sunday
woke up, i made two million on a monday
you is my son, you will be me, um, one day
i am too humble, n*gga, that’s my feng shui
[verse 2: playboi carti]
yeah, run in, lil’ b*tch, you get hit, yeah (boom, boom)
came in that b*tch with that stick, yeah
came in that b*tch with lil’ kick, uh
i got that money like blow (what?)
i’m in this b*tch with lil meech (blatt)
i do this sh*t in my sleep (yeah)
shawty suck me, she so geeked (yeah)
shawty f*ck me, she so geeked (yeah)
i’m in this b*tch and i’m fleek (uh)
i put vvs on my links
shawty can’t wait ’til we link
f*ck with lil k, you get fssh*d
get laid on your ass, you get fssh*d
i play with that 30, lil’ b*tch, yeah
i need a mask for this heat, yeah
i need a gas for my b*tch, yeah
you know that chopper don’t miss
you know that chopper don’t miss
i get this mothaf*cka lit, yeah
double c all on my sh*t, yeah
dolce gabbana my b*tch, yeah
christian dior, i pop sh*t, yeah
shawty gon’ f*ck on my drip, yeah

[chorus: playboi carti & hoaxxx, lil yachty]
shawty in love with my drip, woah
i get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
two*twenty all on that rear, ayy
i get the drip, you get dripped (ayy)
i f*cked that b*tch, i’m a pimp (ayy)
i’m with lil boat, we not simp, yeah
i f*cked that b*tch, she get bent, yeah (ayy)
we in this bih with no tint (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy okay, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 3: hoaxxx]
i have been searchin’ in radar
i’m lookin’ for guap, i’ll get trillions of dinar
i leave him with spots on his body
he’s dying, he, mm, lookin’ like a muhf*ckin’ jaguar
your money is zero, the gengar v spearow
sometimes i beat up like it’s caspar
honey winnie the pooh, but she is not hailie
we finna blow up and we be stars
i am the man with the plan
i spray ‘em, we’ve barely began
motherf*cker, we barely begun
hold the b b*tton, you gotta run
tap the a b*tton, you gotta jump
gotta slow down, you hittin’ the bump
shut the f*ck up if you tryna simp
throw you outta the vent if you tryna pimp

[verse 4: lil yachty]
uh, thugger lil’ b*tch speak ebonics (ayy)
shootin’ that glock, supersonics (baow, baow)
i drop a dub at onyx (ayy)
toot, toot that thing up (toot)
beat from the back, she runnin’ (beep, beep)
pink prada bag, i’m thumbin’ (beep, yeah)
f&n, 30 round gun you (baow)
f*ck what they sayin’, they p*ssy (f*ck ’em)
my shirt vintage stussy (yeah, yeah)
i put them n*ggas on gang (ayy)
they started snitchin’, oops
back at 15 i was swipin’, oops (uh, ayy)
beat up that p*ssy, i’m tyson, oops
n*ggas is reckless, triflin’ (yeah)
three cell phones, don’t call me (grr)
rich white money, mike lowry (mike lowry)
keep one joystick like atari (like atari)
v on my back like bari (vlone)
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
me and cash carti go way back (ayy, carti)
n*gga don’t like me, then say that (okay)
twenty years old in a maybach (skrrt)
hoo, flexin’ (f*ck it up, d*mn)
young n*gga flexing, no eight pack
[chorus: playboi carti & hoaxxx]
shawty in love with my drip, woah
i get that drip, you get dripped, yeah
two*twenty all on that rear, ayy
i get the drip, you get dripped
i f*cked that b*tch, i’m a pimp
i’m with lil boat, we not simp, yeah
i f*cked that b*tch, she get bent, yeah
we in this bih with no tint

[outro: lil yachty]
d*mn (ayy)
d*mn (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
bow, bow

- hoaxxx lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular