Drippin In Spider Songtext
Top chef
Yeah, I drip with Young Spider
Drippin' in spider, now I hopped out a Spyder
You run your crew, then you put on that title
Three-sixty, boy, turn this shit to a cycle
Two-fifty, boy, I put five in your noggin
Ain't influencin', I ain't trippin' 'bout it
Throw that cap drip off in the garbage
Checkin' my B but I'm ridin' on Slauson
Yeah, I drip with Young Spider
Drippin' in spider, now I hopped out a Spyder
You run your crew, then you put on that title
Three-sixty, boy, turn this shit to a cycle
Two-fifty, boy, I put five in your noggin
Ain't influencin', I ain't trippin' 'bout it
Throw that cap drip off in the garbage
Checkin' my B but I'm ridin' on Slauson
Fuck with my crips but they know how I pop it
I keep my bitch in the back of the 'Bach
She think I'm cheatin', she pulled out my plaits
This shit a yayo, I'm gettin' me a pack
Hundred K on my neck, better hit with no flash
Jeweler play with me I get on his ass
I know you ain't shoppin', you checkin' the tag
You ain't no shooter, your blick in your bag
Fuck a camera, I don't need no backup
'Bout this munyun I promise her ass up
Pop a X pill and turn the fan up
This ain't Texas, I went got my bands up
Four pockets, I feel like I'm WHAM
In that dinner, I'm ridin' in that Lamb'
Nigga usin' my name in they scams
When I catch you I'm wettin' it down
Suck my dick in the winter, that's a cold slut
In the spot I got [?], nigga got no luck
Put a hole in the boy like a donut Went and turnt my mouth white like the Ku Klux
Got a bean out my ear, bought a new bud
Ain't retarded or goofy, can't fool us
In the hills with the view in that Pooh stuff
Niggas trippin' 'bout hoes, tie your shoes up
Yeah, I drip with Young Spider
Drippin' in spider, now I hopped out a Spyder
You run your crew, then you put on that title
Three-sixty, boy, turn this shit to a cycle
Two-fifty, boy, I put five in your noggin
Ain't influencin', I ain't trippin' 'bout it
Throw that cap drip off in the garbage
Checkin' my B but I'm ridin' on Slauson
Fuck with my crips but they know how I pop it
I keep my bitch in the back of the 'Bach
She think I'm cheatin', she pulled out my plaits
This shit a yayo, I'm gettin' me a pack
Hundred K on my neck, better hit with no flash
Jeweler play with me I get on his ass
I know you ain't shoppin', you checkin' the tag
You ain't no shooter, your blick in your bag
BP whip, they don't know what I'm in
Prada shades, cop them for the tint
Self payed, I don't care 'bout no bitch
Uppin' the budget this shit gettin' lit
Talk with my set 'cause this niggas get it twisted
First time nigga play with me and they blitzed him
Conley Road, baby, my shit worth a ticket (Money)
Real outspoken, can't blemish my image
Yeah, at the bank, that just where I been
Mixin' designer, I dress and I blend
Just like a shark, you get bit with that fin
Down bitch set him up like a tent
Leave these niggas hangin' just like I'm Christ
Stuffed chicken in the back of Ruth's Chris
Put 'em on, hit that boy with a brick
Stones all on my Bartier wrist
Yeah, I drip with Young Spider
Drippin' in spider, now I hopped out a Spyder
You run your crew, then you put on that title
Three-sixty, boy, turn this shit to a cycle
Two-fifty, boy, I put five in your noggin
Ain't influencin', I ain't trippin' 'bout it
Throw that cap drip off in the garbage
Checkin' my B but I'm ridin' on Slauson
Fuck with my crips but they know how I pop it
I keep my bitch in the back of the 'Bach
She think I'm cheatin', she pulled out my plaits
This shit a yayo, I'm gettin' me a pack
Hundred K on my neck, better hit with no flash
Jeweler play with me I get on his ass
I know you ain't shoppin', you checkin' the tag
You ain't no shooter, your blick in your bag
I keep my bitch in the back of the 'Bach
She think I'm cheatin', she pulled out my plaits
This shit a yayo, I'm gettin' me a pack
Hundred K on my neck, better hit with no flash
Jeweler play with me I get on his ass
I know you ain't shoppin', you checkin' the tag
You ain't no shooter, your blick in your bag
Fuck a camera, I don't need no backup
'Bout this munyun I promise her ass up
Pop a X pill and turn the fan up
This ain't Texas, I went got my bands up
Four pockets, I feel like I'm WHAM
In that dinner, I'm ridin' in that Lamb'
Nigga usin' my name in they scams
When I catch you I'm wettin' it down
Suck my dick in the winter, that's a cold slut
In the spot I got [?], nigga got no luck
Put a hole in the boy like a donut Went and turnt my mouth white like the Ku Klux
Got a bean out my ear, bought a new bud
Ain't retarded or goofy, can't fool us
In the hills with the view in that Pooh stuff
Niggas trippin' 'bout hoes, tie your shoes up
Yeah, I drip with Young Spider
Drippin' in spider, now I hopped out a Spyder
You run your crew, then you put on that title
Three-sixty, boy, turn this shit to a cycle
Two-fifty, boy, I put five in your noggin
Ain't influencin', I ain't trippin' 'bout it
Throw that cap drip off in the garbage
Checkin' my B but I'm ridin' on Slauson
Fuck with my crips but they know how I pop it
I keep my bitch in the back of the 'Bach
She think I'm cheatin', she pulled out my plaits
This shit a yayo, I'm gettin' me a pack
Hundred K on my neck, better hit with no flash
Jeweler play with me I get on his ass
I know you ain't shoppin', you checkin' the tag
You ain't no shooter, your blick in your bag
BP whip, they don't know what I'm in
Prada shades, cop them for the tint
Self payed, I don't care 'bout no bitch
Uppin' the budget this shit gettin' lit
Talk with my set 'cause this niggas get it twisted
First time nigga play with me and they blitzed him
Conley Road, baby, my shit worth a ticket (Money)
Real outspoken, can't blemish my image
Yeah, at the bank, that just where I been
Mixin' designer, I dress and I blend
Just like a shark, you get bit with that fin
Down bitch set him up like a tent
Leave these niggas hangin' just like I'm Christ
Stuffed chicken in the back of Ruth's Chris
Put 'em on, hit that boy with a brick
Stones all on my Bartier wrist
Yeah, I drip with Young Spider
Drippin' in spider, now I hopped out a Spyder
You run your crew, then you put on that title
Three-sixty, boy, turn this shit to a cycle
Two-fifty, boy, I put five in your noggin
Ain't influencin', I ain't trippin' 'bout it
Throw that cap drip off in the garbage
Checkin' my B but I'm ridin' on Slauson
Fuck with my crips but they know how I pop it
I keep my bitch in the back of the 'Bach
She think I'm cheatin', she pulled out my plaits
This shit a yayo, I'm gettin' me a pack
Hundred K on my neck, better hit with no flash
Jeweler play with me I get on his ass
I know you ain't shoppin', you checkin' the tag
You ain't no shooter, your blick in your bag
