For the Drip Video (MV)

Weight on wrist is getting hefty
Pree the rocks for the ones who overslept me
Put some shine on that ice like I'm Gretzky
I say I wan f*ck and she gone let me
Hate me but you ain't ever met me
Please forgive me for the fact she won't forget me
Vocal get her shit wetty like a jetski
Run this shit like CARDIo so don't Offset me
Bruddas deep, on my feet, pockets greazy
In the street bitches wave like I'm Beasley
Chucking up the deuces like I'm Breezy
Certified G like I'm Eazy
I can do this eyes closed, Jordan at the free throw
Do it for my bros, for that green, for that Cee Lo
I can't have no hoe cause I don't f*ck on the d low
Don't talk to my face baby talk to my libido
They whisper kill Edward like I'm J Cole
Fire with the bars vocal Draco
Gold drip smoke purp like the lake show
Off that loud non stop like i'm Drake tho
God damn might fly me out to Tijuana
Foreplay 4 ways with 2 maricona
Word to Joyner yeah these bitches hotter than a sauna
Too hot, had to roll me up so marijuana
Do it for the YSL yeh
Balenziaga on the kicks yeh
Finna do it for myself yeh
Just to cop me a new whip yeh
Ghosting in the v12 yeh
Drop the top I flip the switch yeh
Spend it all before I die yeh
Cause in hell you can't be rich yeh
Yeah we do it for the gram yeh
Yeah we do it for the drip yeh
Oh she gon do it for the gram yeh
Oh she gon do it for the drip yeh
Yeah we do it for the gram yeh
Yeah we do it for the drip yeh
Oh she gon do it for the gram yeh
Oh she gon do it for the drip yeh
I'd do it all for the pesos
Taylor, OVO see what I'm bringing to the table
At 18 wanting myself a J-Lo
With no halo
Increase my net worth to date Camila Cabello
Now take notes
That pussy put me in a matrix
Im drunk in love, f*ckin wasted
Her and liqueur all I'm chasing
Got that bitch all black panties like I'm racist
Yeah I told her hop in the coupe
Bottle of Ciroc, pree the stars on the roof
Gripping on her thigh got her running like the Juice
I put it in her slow then I spit it in the booth
Other mans ain't got it cut ties ye
34, on the jersey no lies yeah
One hand out like the Heisman
Yeah I put a baby inside it
Lyrics ain't dead yeah I got an abundance
Like her panties on my floor yeah I got them in bunches
Half you rappers ain't shit my flows could make you redundant
I want all the smoke, 1 on 1 with the pundits
Max my contract, tell em meet me in London
Put that pen to paper turn a nothing to something
Notes on my phone my choice of weapon for hunting
Contract killer White Tiller slang me some 0s for the funding
Do it for the YSL yeh
Balenziaga on the kicks yeh
Finna do it for myself yeh
Just to cop me a new whip yeh
Ghosting in the v12 yeh
Drop the top I flip the switch yeh
Spend it all before I die yeh
Cause in hell you can't be rich yeh
Yeah we do it for the gram yeh
Yeah we do it for the drip yeh
Oh she gon do it for the gram yeh
Oh she gon do it for the drip yeh
Yeah we do it for the gram yeh
Yeah we do it for the drip yeh
Oh she gon do it for the gram yeh
Oh she gon do it for the drip yeh