Yung Joc - Drip ft. Lil Wayne

[Yung Joc - Chorus]
yeah brother, calm down
bow down, I draw down
5 rounds

Drip (x15)

[Yung Joc]
Ey Weezy
Let me talk to these n-ggas
Ok
monkey n-gga, better not slip
feed your ass banana clips
yeah, yeah i bust your head gasket
leave you with a (?) drip
and for the lettuce AKs not gon spit your cabbage
and she get tragically, cuz now it’s filled with maggots
this aint angus beef
you dont wanna order this
2 glocks like 2 pac
i’m on my thug immortal sh-t
GPS goons show up to yo (?)
chrome with the pearly take you early
thats abortion b-tch
duck, duck, tape ya, wrap ya n-gga, no balls
those slugs the same size as door knobs
sixty seconds in and out pop, no prob
blow ya whole face off
thats a blowjob
shoot ya bitch in the throat leave her voice raspy
too graphic? gotta paint a picture so ya n-ggas grasp it
I call your momma tell her pre-order ya f-ckin casket
bury scary n-ggas i never bury the hatchet

(Chorus)

[Lil Wayne]
soo woo to the beehive
strapped like T.I.
I keep that bitch on me
like the Book Of Eli
i just shoot ‘em all
so I don’t have to de-cide
spit your body up
they gotta bury ya ass 3 times
run up in ya house
leave ya brains on the couch
shoot up everything, the f-ck is aiming about
empty that clip, than that b-tch slide out
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continue that procedure till them p-ssy’s dried out
Imma east side gangsta, i aint never been a busta
Nina is a cold black b-tch but I trust her
I dont need a psychic to tell me I’m a hustla
cuz b-tch, I’m all about my paper, like Usher

(Chorus)

[Yung Joc]
I know Chris, decepticon clips transform ya
leave n-ggas, ghost activity, paranormal
my piece of the pie, ha-ha-ha digorno
bullets burn, make em dance, disco inferno

[Lil Wayne]
Back to the subject, i’ll kill ya in a heart beat
I put bullet hole in everything, except the car seat
young money b-tch, I shoot one gun and switch
when the cops came the body still twitched (still twitched)

[Yung Joc]
Keep thuggin, you cute, you just flirting with death
thats a straight suicide, don’t bury yourself
scared but can’t run, thats the stall factor
and if that automatic rap I bet they all scatter
Haiti earthquake ‘em, make they wall shatter
penetrate (?) and splatter they gallbladders

(Chorus)
[End]