Drip or Drown Gunna

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I got woodgrain on my Damier Buckle (Uh)
Cool quarter mill' in my Goyard duffle (Yeah)
I won again so you still gotta shuffle
Born with the drip and just learned how to hustle (Hus')
Look at your bitch through these Dior bifocals (Look)
I get me some head, she bend that shit over (Yeah)
They say lately I been lookin' like dollars (Yeah)
Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a golfer (Drip)
We ride in foreigns, ain't no more Impalas (Foreigns)
They ain't have the new born but I got baby bottles (Ah)
Shoppin' at Barney, I drip like a model (Yeah)
Watch how I drip when I hit that Met Gala (Yeah)
Codeine I sip with my lip, don't get splattered (Sip)
Doctor told me I got l lean in my bladder (Mm)
Run through this cash like family don't matter (Cash)
I got your back, feel the same pain together (Yeah)
Pop off the tag of my Palm Angels sweater (Yeah)
Baby blue Jag made my mom feel better (Yeah)
Fucked a snow bunny at my show at Coachella (Yeah)
VVS damn they pointers in my bezel (Yeah)
We move too fast, it get slimy as ever (Slime)
Life is too grimy, I watch for the devil (Grime)
It's a Rolls Royce, and it comes with umbrellas (Ooh)
2018 and that Porsche is Carrera (Hey)