Drippin Lil Yachty (Ft. 21 Savage & Sauce Walka)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Bitch I'm drippin' on these niggas, drip drop
It's a real Rollie, it don't tick tock
Savage ridin' 'round the city with that Glock
Get that dick on it, I'ma let it pop
Let it pop, bitch, you better run
It ain't no fun, when young Savage got the gun
I drop bombs on these niggas like Osama
Keep the Don Cannon, they don't want no drama

[Chorus: Lil Yachty]
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'
Bitch I'm drip, drip, drip, drip, drippin'

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Flyest nigga you ever seen, I'm the king of the teens
Hydro codeines, caught serving beans to the fiends
My new bitch Billy Jean, old bitch Tina Turner, keep the burner
Old hunnids Tom Joyner, my new bitch is a foreigner
My new wrist cost a 36, that's a quarter-brick or three shows
I could've iced my ear lobes, I'd rather split it with my bros