Lyrics 21 Savage, Offset, Metro Boomin – Ric Flair Drip Or Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases Other Popular Songs: Christafari - Your Beauty Chases Me Mr GISCARD - Pas Personnel Going to the jeweler, bust the ap, yeah (bust it)įifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist (ice)įind more lyrics at You can purchase their music thru We get at it, then we ‘gone pray with the pastor’s scriptures (hey) I’m giving your hoe away like she a raffle, n#gg# (here, here) I gave a n#gg# a diamond, I had to cap a n#gg# (woo)
My shooter keep begging “please”, he ready to wack a n#gg# (please, please) Our product line will make you say WOOOOO with heavy. Ric Flair Drip is here for the wheelin’, dealin', jet flyin', premium cannabis aficionados that are stylin’, profilin’, and ready to assault their day like the Nature Boy himself. I made that sh#t mandatory, that means I had to get it (hey) We’re in town to party and you, our elite world champions, are invited to join. My n#gg#, we from the north division (north, nawf)Īmateur brain, yea we bought ya just like it’s an auction, ain’t it (hey)īeat the chopper, hundred round total, like it’s car collision (brrt-brrt) Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it (skrrt!) N#gg#, we used to kick it, how you hatin’ on me? (ha-ha) Twist my fingers, got the gang with me (gang with me)īought my first Patek, it got some rain on it (Patek) Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the t#ts (Offset) Slide on the water like a jet ski, yeah (woo, slide)įifty seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice) Going to the jeweler, bust the Ap, yeah (bust it) I was runnin’ ’round homie, with five hundred thou’ on me (hoe) My car five-hundred and I don’t put no miles on it (hoe) Put the iron on him if a n#gg# my opponent (iron) Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it (grind) Soon as we came in the game, all these n#gg#s they imitate it (hey) Never hesitate to give a n#gg# yellow tape (grrt)Īin’t worried ’bout the bag ’cause the cash accumulatin (bags) It’s the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths (Boominati) Hopping in my Bentayga and her seat is a masseuse (hey)īalenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots (oo-oo) Ninety pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops (ninety) Poppin’ but you really not gon’ shoot (pop) Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the t#ts (skrt) Multi-million dollar, I’m a fool with the hits (ay) Ric Flair drip, go “woo” on a b#tch (woo)įifty-seven ninety, split the coupe on my wrist (ice) I’m tryna f#ck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)Ĭhopper with the scope so do not test me, (drrt) yeah (drrt) Going to the jeweler, bust the Ap, yeah (bust it) Slide on the water like a jet ski, yeah (woo, slide) Metro Boomin want some more, n#gg#! (hey) Ric Flair Drip Lyrics – 21 Savage, Offset, Metro Boomin
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