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matrix - lorddrippy lyrics

we shoot it out just like the matrix
now open up yo safe b*tch, we gon rob you today
cuz we popping out wit k
and we shoot up where you stay
lord drippy the name and you thought i was lame
dont let your guard down when playing the game
he shooting at n*ggas he do it for fame
we dodging the bullets like it was the matrix
gun don’t hit no paychecks
trappin we a swish em like we hunnid round banking
beam him with this mattress
hit em with this cactus
christmas ain’t no party cuz we shoot it like we acting

walk down the party i spark like a beam
gun got not safety we shooting out steam
hunnid round drum it shoot like its me
rpgs got a beam on a beam (what)
n*ggas always popping beans
no you ain’t beast you ain’t me
f*ck you and yo f*cking dreams
imma light you up and imma lay down
come to yo city man im taking the crown
slide on yo block like i was the clown
got a hunnid rounds imma beaming you down
name was lord drippy but im out of bounds
whipping it up we made a touchdown
call me a pump cuz im blowing you down
shoot at yo block its making you drown
talk real stupid you know you going down
lord drippy the goat, everybody know the name
shooting sh*t up dont care about no fame
watch how we walk b*tch watch how we talk
hunnid some shots shooting sh*t like a monk
beam on the end its gon shoot out the glock
ran through the forest, we had to count stock
chopping you up while we shoot at the block
walk down yo turf you was spraying the glock
hunnid some shots, hunnid some shots
we shooting it up give a f*ck about no cops
matrix is life, we lighting you up
n*ggas kept talking well, you outta luck
yea im real crazy but who give a f*ck
walk down our alley you know that you stuck
beam on a clip its gon shoot betta duck
and you was stalking get hit with a truck
beam you down and i don’t give a f*ck
talking stupid you get hit with this club
hunnid bands bought a choppa whats up
bullets like the matrix we keep it a buck
talk down some bands he running it up
counting the stock like it was some bucks
chop at the block just carry the glock
can’t leave the house cuz then they gon flock
hunnind round drum just limp with a stick
walk down the block we lighting it up
n*ggas so lazy they don’t give a f*ck (b*tch)
hunnind round shots in a cup

- lorddrippy lyrics

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