Drip Creator NLE Choppa

[Intro]
Zaytoven
I'm the drip creator, ooh
I'm the drip creator
Oh, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna get money, yeah, yeah
Ayy (Ayy)
Ayy (Ayy)

[Verse 1]
I'm tryna get money, don't care bout the fame
Fucked the first night and I don't know her name
I'm popping these Percs to ease all this pain
Pimpin' these bitches, I need me a cane
Broken down bad I need me a plate
Keep me a shooter like his name was Clay
Chasing this bag and stay out the way
These niggas, they hate, just look at they face
Dripping too much got your main bitch looking
Soon as you look you know that she took it
Niggas throwing C's, crippin' like [?]
Hall of fame shooters don't fuck with no rookies
Shooting my .20, but my dice is crooked
Niggas sneak dissing, they really some pussies
Bullets to his head, just like a hoodie
Running your pockets we need all your goodies
Kicked her out the spot, I gave her the boot
My nigga like Bloc, they ready to shoot
Send a hit, and then we watch it go poof
Feds pick me up, and I don't gave a clue