Dripple Dragons Lyrics – FMB DZ
Singer: FMB DZ
Title: Dripple Dragons
I throw a bag at your #ss if you a hustler
I show some love, I get some extras to the customers
n#gg# tried to run with that pack, we gon’ punish him
And I got some n#gg#s in the V, they in Huntington
And I got a couple of young n#gg#s like to shoot sh#t
What type of n#gg# will pull up with it but won’t do shit?
n#gg# catch a bullet to the head for those loose lips
Make a hundred thousand of rappin’, I ain’t average
I can’t have my n#gg# Boom around cause he a savage
And I put the switch on the Glock, it’s automatic
I tear a n#gg# block down, b#tch, and some
Ever seen a n#gg# spit a 100 out a handgun
I be steppin’ on these n#gg#s and I walk light
I get you knocked off on your off night
n#gg# tried to rock me to sleep, he got put to sleep
I’m talkin’ ambulance, yellow tape, white sheets
n#gg#s know what type of smoke come behind me
Me and my n#gg#s high as hell, we like zombies
I pop another, heard the opps can’t find me
You are repressed, big Whoop come remind me
The last thing my n#gg#s fought was a body
Out a blue big Benz, ask Barry
f#ckin’ all you n#gg#s hoes, Mike Larry
Whoop my n#gg#, turn to hoes, Tyler Perry
Last thing that I fought was my mans, huh
Dumbass forgot I had hands, huh
Last thing I thought about was some bands, huh
First thing I went and bought was a mag, huh
Lil’ blood, gon’ shoot for me, you know he more than down
I got people in the V, I’m talkin’ Morgan Town
I seen an opp turn my fifty to a forty round
And then a thirty round, committin’ murder now
I had a chopper lit, burn your brib up
f#ckin’ yo baby mama, wake the kids up
Sock a n#gg# in his stomach, get his ribs crushed
Used to bully n#gg#s up in school, made ’em skip lunch
I wouldn’t let a p#ss# n#gg# eat nuttin’
Put the chops down and then I beat ’em up
A1, top-side, got the street jumpin’
We ain’t never gotta swipe sh#t ’cause we keep money
I grab the nine on ’em, tell ’em keep the hundred
Get up on ’em close range, leave a n#gg# bloody
Lil’ b#tch give the best brain, she don’t even study
I got what you want, what you need, leave both [?]
Got the strap on me, need no buddies
f#ck yo lean, b#tch, me mo’ muddy
On the road be dolla, me, ski, both thuggin’
Yo b#tch got a bloody nose, she sniff the fent’
If I don’t move all my ‘bows, I’ll pitch a b#tch
Yo hoe addicted to the stick, can’t quit the dick
I’m shooting all the extras off rip, when I flip the clip
I’m MJ in the play-offs, can’t miss the shift
Ten milli and a four-five on my hip equipped
Dang-a-lang on her coochie thang, dip in her mix
Jang-a-lang with the junkie gang, percs in her grits
Birthdays off work plays, twerkin’ my wrists
Celebratin’ with the whole gang, sizzurp and Crys’
Gotta swang in both lanes, then swerve the whip
Lil’ twerking b#tch, want me to quit servin’ bricks
Ain’t worth it b#tch, give a f#ck ’bout no squirting sh#t
Can’t do f#ck about nothin’, you n#gg#s ain’t gang gang, then it’s f#ck ’em
I don’t give a f#ck bout nuttin’, you n#gg#s ain’t gang gang, then it’s f#ck ’em
I don’t give a f#ck bout nuttin’, you n#gg#s ain’t gang gang, then it’s f#ck ’em
I don’t give a f#ck bout nuttin’, you n#gg#s ain’t gang gang, then it’s…
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