Long.Live.Dripset Lyrics

Ode

Too many drugs ima ode

Hang with a couple of homies

Passing the rock like Ginobli

Christian Dior if she holy

Bottega if she gon go with the team

45 grip and it came with a beam

1 of 1 drip this shit looking clean

Yeah we like that

We don't fight back

Grip on me, if I up it now who gon fight that

Yeah we like that

We don't fight back

Grip on me, if I up it now who gon fight that

Flock out the whip

Why would I put my time in a bitch

Call up the gang hit stains on a lick

Team go shoot don't play for the Knicks

Opps can't score shit 30 to 6

Pass to my bro I know he won't miss

J.J Watt, put him on a blitz

He gon do it, uh

He gon get it done

Been had, niggas on my wave before 21

Been had, niggas on my side like my mother's son

Been had, niggas with the 9 that'll make you run

Yeah, uh

Yeah we'll pop his top, uh

Yeah we'll make it rock, uh

Yeah we hit the

Yeah we hit the block, uh

Baddie giving bop, uh

Got the game on lock, uh

Keep a couple

Keep a couple mops

Ode

Too many drugs ima ode

Hang with a couple of homies

Passing the rock like Ginobli

Christian Dior if she holy

Bottega if she gon go with the team

45 grip and it came with a beam

1 of 1 drip this shit looking clean

Yeah we like that

We don't fight back

Grip on me, if I up it now who gon fight that

Yeah we like that

We don't fight back

Grip on me, if I up it now who gon fight that

I be that jiggy motherfucker, uh

I be that jiggy motherfucker, uh

Yonkers what I repping, uh

Told em quit the bitching we gon make it in a second

Oh

Oh

Oh

I can't feel my face, uh

Too high outta space, uh

She gon come back to my place, uh

She like baby I can't wait, uh

Off the drugs she give me faith, uh

Her favorite song she gon feel it in the base, uh

Perfect timing yeah a nigga never late, uh

Shit I'm living yeah these niggas can't relate, uh

All about myself, uh

With my brothers and we trynna get some wealth, uh

Secret service way my niggas move with stealth, uh

Bout my green I ain't talking bout my health, uh

Bout my green I ain't talking bout my

She a fashion killa way that hoe be getting fresh

Yeah she love a nigga let me leave it on her chest

If she moving right, all them hoes is getting left