Drip (feat. lil wayne)

[Yung Joc - Chorus]
yeahhh better calm down,
bow down, i draw down,
I fire 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 oil 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 coordinates
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
split 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
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 holes 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 your lungs and splatter they gallbladders

(Chorus)
[End]