Drip Gang

Amiri jeans With the rips and bandana patches He had the right to remain silent why he tell what happened I come through trimmer than a bitch I'm a fucking rapper These niggas still buying Scats But this Beamer faster Drip gang and dracs things when I roll through Never tuck my tail, I stand on business like I'm posed to My bitch told me her cycle on, I never gave a f*ck I told her I'm a vampire, but she think I'm a blood Throw your hood up, where you from I know a nigga with no bodies, but he always show his gun I know a bitch that talk that freak shit If you f*ck her she gon' run Shit be so damn lame, that's why I never go for none Palm angels on my back, hide the demons Cause I'll get in that mode and explode for no reason I'ma swap out all my clothes and my hoes every season Told that bitch to play her role and try to love me like you mean it