Drippy Jay - Freestyle Lyrics

You smoking on reggie yeah you got to lace it
Not f*cking with that bitch cause she is to basic
She wanna get married cause my kids she tasted
We let some shots off but the police ain't trace it
This beat yeah i ate it
My nigga we made it
Yeah she getting drunk and she feeling light weighted
They f*cking with us i'ma cock it and aim it
When i get to shooting i'm hitting no grazing

When we on a mission we leaving no witness
Yeah we love the money cause we bout the business
I'm gone keep on stacking cause i got no limit
The drac hold a hunnid the beef gone get finished
They tryna stop me but this the beginning
The opp's tryna kill me they don't want me winning
If i catch em lacking it's gone be a sinning
We come from the trap man we really was dealing
The demons talk got me thinking bout killing
They f*cking with me and they blood get to spilling
We stay f*cking stacking it's up to the ceiling
I steady keep grinding cause i want a million
I ain't go to school cause some times i was dealing
I ain't do my work so they think i ain't brilliant
I got all this money now i look appealing
When we roll the window you gone get to sprinting
Most of y'all money is copied and printed
We selling the packs and the digits we get it
We just flipped a bag on the same thing we spent it
15 toting straps so they think i'm a menace
They see i'ma make it so they gone start tripping
If they tryna stop me they face gone be dripping
We stay with the ratchet you won't catch me slipping
I hang with them street niggas my niggas different
You hang with peewee's man y'all niggas children
I pull up and you know the gun yeah i'm gripping
Roll down the window we shoot now we dipping
Gossips behind me the snakes yeah they hissing
If i don't f*ck with you, you best keep yo distance
I'm a migo and they hate so they dissing
They all tryna kill me like they on a mission
When my niggas shoot yeah they shoot with precision

Dressing with fashion so bitches want pictures
Got ice on my neck on my wrist it's a blizzard
I shoot from the three and i clutch like i'm Lillard
The way that i'm spitting it make them go Iller
Shooting at him he gone start dancing thriller
When it is on sight we gone roll em in Swishers
That bitch love the lean yeah she love the mixture
Selling them drugs make them pockets go bigger
I'm smoking gas and it make me feel chiller
But nigga don't test me i'll turn to a killer
Got a pocket rocket and i'll pull the trigger
My niggas they real yeah i hang with gorillas
We smoking fat blunts and they look like fingers
Shoot him in the face and we give him some dimples
If you f*ck with me you gone die it's that simple
Got shot in yo back and now you walking crippled