Drip Flow 2 No Savage

[Intro]
(Snair Jordan)
(Aye, Juu? Wassup, lil nigga?)
(You know what the fuck goin' on, Aye, Jordan!)
(Wop)
Wop, Mob! (Mob!)
Uh, Uh, Uh (Yeah, Yeah!)
I know it's crazy I'm still here, yeah (Yeah)
Aye, Jordan turn me up, nigga, Wop (Wop)
Aye Cam, Wassup bruh? (Mob, Mob)
Yeah
Uh, uh (Uh, Uh)

[Verse]
Uh, Uh, Yeah I got hit, niggas sick that I'm still here
I'm still on the hill, I could make me a mil' here
Some niggas switched, if they real then they still here
I make the bitch chop a brick like she Kill Bill
We stopped the car 'cause we blew out the rear wheel
Shake down the spot and make everyone sit still
Small RP's, can't fuck wit them big pills
Name whole weight on my block and I'm grown up
How the fuck you dissing me and won't own up?
Hits everywhere, but you can't serve the wrong one
I still wonder how [?] out, round one
I'm bout to spin, pop the capsule and down one
Whip out that ten when I catch him and blow him up
I dropped the window and hit when I rolled up
I took his soul, got his bitch ass rolled up
Uh, uh, uh, perpetuating got him killed for that fake shit
He got a chain, we ain't snatching that fake shit
Jackboy life, nigga, we still take shit
Bitch, I'm a killer, I'ma embrace it
Somebody hit me, bet I'ma spank 'em
Niggas get rich, how the fuck is they changing?
I did it too, but I'm still where I'm claiming (Uh, Uh, Uh, Mob)
D-Boy shit, yeah we still in that dope game
Blowing that hot shit? Somebody set him with Blow Gang, Mob!
He spin with no mask, cause he ain't got no brain
Think he look sweet, but his dumb ass so lame
I took his P and put bake in the whole thing
He got a bitch who done sucked up the whole gang
Uh, Wop
Get on professional shit when I come, bitch
I'm [?]-out so don't think I'm on dumb shit
Everyone left when I got on my own shit
I know you here cause I finally got old, bitch
I know the truth and you niggas ain't on shit
They ain't on money, they only on dick
I decked the whip, 'bout to get a new foreign quick
Many men with me, I'm spinning with plenty men
We got a show and I'm sneaking them semi's in
V.I.P bitches and Wop brought plenty in
Checking his pockets, I look he got linen in
She like "I disappeared, I think it been a year"
When I wan' fuck her again I'ma re-appear
I had his drink at the park, got him sipping deer
I'm in the streets with a gun without no fear, bitch
Wop, all of my niggas got jersey's
I'ma wake up meet a J off the early
I don't do shit if I don't got that .30
Fucking this bitch got the bitch saying marry me
I tell her "No" and don't say if she scaring me
Bitches be slimy, conniving, and squirmy
Hop in the back with the sliders and burn you
Giving out game, but you youngins don't know the ropes
I brought the fully to muhfuckin' show the [?]
I got a folder on bitches who know they hoes
Hop out the car, two Glocks, I'ma slow stroke
I punched a opp in the face and his nose broke
Auntie kitchen like a muhfuckin' dope hole
That nigga perc, now his name on the low low
[?] shot in his shit, he got no soul