Attention attention lesson time
Pay attention because this ain't No class act
No kid and play yah feel me cuz I ain't no kid and i don't play Yah heard me
Aye i think i'm finna throw up
I walk in with the gang
You know we finna change the Flow up
I got a new chain
Plus i want a brand new rover
You wanna fade huh
I'll hang you up just like a poster
Been smoking on some kosher
That's why i'm moving colder
I think i'm getting closer
And i don't need no closure
You want a new corolla
Now that's the difference
You cant see it that i'm Dreaming stronger
You just mad
Cuz you got no one you super Loner
Aye i'm super cold
I'll turn yo face black and blue
With a little indigo
I'm rocking red and gold
While i'm smoking on the strong
You little boys scarred to run up on me never no
My team like ttg yeah they trained to go
Catch you lacking at yo party
Take you chain we on
Yeah you know my chain v-long
Aye i hit him in his dome
Its ok he can run stakeout at his home
We really go go go go go go go
Get jiggy go go go go go go go
Get silly go go go go go go go
Rock with me go go go go go go go go
Aye i think he giving up
So don't let up
Keep on stomping till he done
He tried to run away
Trip him hit him in his lungs
He tried to pull a gun
Snatched it beat with the drum
And then i cock it back
And make that little boy Tummy tuck
He seeing stars and dust
That's a message for you bruh
Don't play with bia rich
Yeah he quick to bust
Always cold yeah you know
He ain't got no love
I switched the mood
I'm changing up the groove
If i feel nervous
Grab the glock and then i shoot
Hold up wait who is you
Don't recognize that dude
If he walk up on me
Best believe i shoot
Yeah my hand is on my tool
I cant take no chance to lose
I been fighting too hard
Back up before you lose yo Tooth
I be pulling rappers cards
Yeah this is what i do
Feeling like sada baby
Left hook hit ya boo
Have her looking at me
While i'm speaking down to You
Just like key glock
Russian cream up in the booth
Finna get a new pack
Think i smoked an ounce or Two
About to spend 30k
On some brand new boots
Tired of my line buzzing
Boy come and get yo boo
Finna ride out with my cousin
We gone catch a opp or two With a tool
It's that big drip big wrist
Big body big glick
Big stick bleyblade let it rip
Hit his lip made run
Even hit his chick
B.I.A Richy - BIG Drip Lyrics
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Attention attention lesson time
Pay attention because this ain't No class act
No kid and play yah feel me cuz I ain't no kid and i don't play Yah heard me
Aye i think i'm finna throw up
I walk in with the gang
You know we finna change the Flow up
I got a new chain
Plus i want a brand new rover
You wanna fade huh
I'll hang you up just like a poster
Been smoking on some kosher
That's why i'm moving colder
I think i'm getting closer
And i don't need no closure
You want a new corolla
Now that's the difference
You cant see it that i'm Dreaming stronger
You just mad
Cuz you got no one you super Loner
Aye i'm super cold
I'll turn yo face black and blue
With a little indigo
I'm rocking red and gold
While i'm smoking on the strong
You little boys scarred to run up on me never no
My team like ttg yeah they trained to go
Catch you lacking at yo party
Take you chain we on
Yeah you know my chain v-long
Aye i hit him in his dome
Its ok he can run stakeout at his home
We really go go go go go go go
Get jiggy go go go go go go go
Get silly go go go go go go go
Rock with me go go go go go go go go
Aye i think he giving up
So don't let up
Keep on stomping till he done
He tried to run away
Trip him hit him in his lungs
He tried to pull a gun
Snatched it beat with the drum
And then i cock it back
And make that little boy Tummy tuck
He seeing stars and dust
That's a message for you bruh
Don't play with bia rich
Yeah he quick to bust
Always cold yeah you know
He ain't got no love
I switched the mood
I'm changing up the groove
If i feel nervous
Grab the glock and then i shoot
Hold up wait who is you
Don't recognize that dude
If he walk up on me
Best believe i shoot
Yeah my hand is on my tool
I cant take no chance to lose
I been fighting too hard
Back up before you lose yo Tooth
I be pulling rappers cards
Yeah this is what i do
Feeling like sada baby
Left hook hit ya boo
Have her looking at me
While i'm speaking down to You
Just like key glock
Russian cream up in the booth
Finna get a new pack
Think i smoked an ounce or Two
About to spend 30k
On some brand new boots
Tired of my line buzzing
Boy come and get yo boo
Finna ride out with my cousin
We gone catch a opp or two With a tool
It's that big drip big wrist
Big body big glick
Big stick bleyblade let it rip
Hit his lip made run
Even hit his chick
Pay attention because this ain't No class act
No kid and play yah feel me cuz I ain't no kid and i don't play Yah heard me
Aye i think i'm finna throw up
I walk in with the gang
You know we finna change the Flow up
I got a new chain
Plus i want a brand new rover
You wanna fade huh
I'll hang you up just like a poster
Been smoking on some kosher
That's why i'm moving colder
I think i'm getting closer
And i don't need no closure
You want a new corolla
Now that's the difference
You cant see it that i'm Dreaming stronger
You just mad
Cuz you got no one you super Loner
Aye i'm super cold
I'll turn yo face black and blue
With a little indigo
I'm rocking red and gold
While i'm smoking on the strong
You little boys scarred to run up on me never no
My team like ttg yeah they trained to go
Catch you lacking at yo party
Take you chain we on
Yeah you know my chain v-long
Aye i hit him in his dome
Its ok he can run stakeout at his home
We really go go go go go go go
Get jiggy go go go go go go go
Get silly go go go go go go go
Rock with me go go go go go go go go
Aye i think he giving up
So don't let up
Keep on stomping till he done
He tried to run away
Trip him hit him in his lungs
He tried to pull a gun
Snatched it beat with the drum
And then i cock it back
And make that little boy Tummy tuck
He seeing stars and dust
That's a message for you bruh
Don't play with bia rich
Yeah he quick to bust
Always cold yeah you know
He ain't got no love
I switched the mood
I'm changing up the groove
If i feel nervous
Grab the glock and then i shoot
Hold up wait who is you
Don't recognize that dude
If he walk up on me
Best believe i shoot
Yeah my hand is on my tool
I cant take no chance to lose
I been fighting too hard
Back up before you lose yo Tooth
I be pulling rappers cards
Yeah this is what i do
Feeling like sada baby
Left hook hit ya boo
Have her looking at me
While i'm speaking down to You
Just like key glock
Russian cream up in the booth
Finna get a new pack
Think i smoked an ounce or Two
About to spend 30k
On some brand new boots
Tired of my line buzzing
Boy come and get yo boo
Finna ride out with my cousin
We gone catch a opp or two With a tool
It's that big drip big wrist
Big body big glick
Big stick bleyblade let it rip
Hit his lip made run
Even hit his chick
Writer: Richard Woodley
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