Lost My Drip Video (MV)

Saba done dicked her down (Aye)
Okay, okay
Yeah yeah

And it seems
Niggas think I lost my drip, walking around with a 40 on my hip
Yeah they really be tryna' steal the sauce I dip
But they don't really be ever wanting the smoke, they simp
Nah
You could get checked for that, we check for tax, shortie gave me neck for that
For a feature or a show, gotta play it how it go
Motherf*cker I need a check for that, uh huh

Look
Lately I just been up on the move, I wouldn't be at the booth if I had the time for you
How can I be stressing? when I'm counting all the blessings
And my pockets getting fatter & my fingers turning blue
True
I am a different specimen, they tryna' call for the reverend
They like Magnifico out of his element, he the rhino in a room full of elephants
I just
Took the odds and evened them out, when every word cut deep I was bleeding them out
The rap game gave me a seat on the couch
And now the whole rap game got my meat in they mouth (ugh)
And I left these bitches cold cause' I got sick of the sluts
Care about your opinion for what?
All you niggas screaming life ain't shit but a mother-f*cking bitch
But that bitch called life got my dick in her butt (fax)
When you living like this, you can never have patience
I'd rather be working than be broke and waiting
I'm clutching my rifle, I know that they hating
I'm clutching my bible, I'm fighting with Satan
Truth hard to swallow, I digest
I will never follow, I digress
I rock a gold chain round my neck, with an Iced out Jesus on my chest
Come and f*ck with me

Niggas think I lost my drip, walking around with a 40 on my hip
Yeah they really be tryna' steal the sauce I dip
But they don't really be ever wanting the smoke, they simp
Nah
You could get checked for that, we check for tax, shortie gave me neck for that
For a feature or a show, gotta play it how it go
Motherf*cker I need a check for that, uh huh (Saba)

Niggas think I lost my drip, walking around with a 40 on my hip
Yeah they really be tryna' steal the sauce I dip
But they don't really be ever wanting the smoke, they simp
Nah
You could get checked for that, we check for tax, shortie gave me neck for that
For a feature or a show, gotta play it how it go, motherf*cker I need a check for that, uh huh

Bitch I'm Bob ross with the blunt (blunt), every single one is a masterpiece
Fulfilling a prophecy actually
This ain't what you want, take the bullet out the gun and go run nigga this what it had to be
Causing the casualties casually, no common fallacy
Slip through your block and f*ck up whole spot in drop with no pop
Like I'm sliding on vaseline, there is no catching me

Bitch I got my change up, I still f*ck with the same plug
Hoes don't entertain us, they keep you in yo lane stuck
I had to switch my lane up, can't let a hater phase us
Told my brothers when I'm home Im eating with my day ones

(Niggas think I lost my drip, walking around with a 40 on my hip
Yeah they really be tryna' steal the sauce I dip
But they don't really be ever wanting the smoke, they simp
Nah
You could get checked for that, we check for tax, shortie gave me neck for that
For a feature or a show, gotta play it how it go, motherf*cker I need a check for that, uh huh)

Niggas think I lost my drip, walking around with a 40 on my hip
Yeah they really be tryna' steal the sauce I dip
But they don't really be ever wanting the smoke, they simp
Nah
You could get checked for that, we check for tax, shortie gave me neck for that
For a feature or a show, gotta play it how it go, motherf*cker I need a check for that, uh huh