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Artiste : Lil Yachty
Titre : Drip or Drown
[Lil Yachty]
Yeah, yeah

[Lil Yachty]
Two Benzes, one Bentley Coupe, and two Beamers

Think I’m a seamstress, I stay in the cleaners
2k my sweatsuit, I walk with demeanor
Sippin’ on lean, can you tell me who leaner
Showin’ me pics of your ho, I done seen her
Twenty-three racks got me feeling like Tinker
I like your bitch ´cause her pussy look pinker
Made that ho cum with two rings on my fingers
Crocodile seats and my cousin look like he been shippin´ packs
And we back, yeah, that’s a fact
Lately I promise I been on my bull
You finna get shot, acting like you cool
Drip to my socks, in Alyx I’m a fool
Sicko my brother, he stay with a tool
If you won’t pop it, boy pass it to Tuan
Flipped in your bitch, dawg her pussy a pond
Feel like a swan laying in the Don Juan
Yeah, I been an artist, but not rap, boy, I con

Fuck these new niggas, I ain’t ‘em, too foreign
My bitch a fairy, she walk with a wand
JBan$ my brother, if I fight, he scuffle
That’s not a joke, that boy can´t wait to tussle
TEC-9, no ‘tussin, these stripper hoes bussin’
Lustin’, not lovin’, my guap, bitch, keep buzzin’

[Gunna]
I got woodgrain on my Damier Buckle
Cool quarter mill in my Goyard duffle
I won again so you still gotta shuffle
Born with the drip and just learned how to hustle
Look at your bitch through these Dior bifocals
I get me some head, she bend that shit over

They say lately I been lookin´ like dollars
Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a golfer
We ride in foreigns, ain´t no more Impalas
They ain´t have the new born but I got baby bottles
Shoppin´ at Barney, I drip like a model
Watch how I drip when I hit that Met Gala
Codeine I sip with my lip, don´t get splattered
Doctor told me I got l lean in my bladder
Run through this cash like family don´t matter
I got your back, feel the same pain together
Pop off the tag of my Palm Angels sweater
Baby blue Jag made my mom feel better
Fucked a snow bunny at my show at Coachella
VVS damn they pointers in my bezel
We move too fast, it get slimy as ever
Life is too grimy, I watch for the devil
It´s a Rolls Royce, and it comes with umbrellas

2018 and that Porsche Carrera

[Gunna]
Goyard pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Two accounts (hey)
Large amounts, ooh
Shop around (hey)
Designer down, ooh
Drip or drown (hey)
Drip or drown, ooh

[Gunna]
Killin´ these hoes, need to call paramedics
New Fendi runners, I feel athletic
Run that shit up, bought my partner a Patek
Blowin´ this cash, it was times we ain´t have it
Got twenty-one bitches, I must be a savage

Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like acid
Pourin´ this Hi-Tech, I´m sippin´, relaxin´
Vibes in LA, Gunna fuckin´ the baddest
FN ain´t plastic, put him in a casket
I wiped his nose quickly, pass him a napkin (slime)
Got an addiction, in love with this fashion
Prayin´ for all of my bros like we Catholic
Lifetime of hats ´cause you always be cappin´
Niggas ain´t eatin´, stop cappin´, you ain´t fastin´
Can´t get no sleep ´cause my life is all action
See how shit happened, I made it in rappin´

[Gunna]
Goyard pouch (hey)
Racks in the quarter ounce (hey)
Two accounts (hey)

Large amounts, ooh
Shop around (hey)
Designer down, ooh
Drip or drown (hey)
Drip or drown, ooh