DRIP DROP (feat. Cyhi The Prynce)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Hey
 If you want it, you could have it, that's my old style
 Movin' through the night just like an old coy-ote
 Low profile, sippin' somethin', got my piss lookin' like Oh-Hi
 Push it 'til it's broke down
 Somethin' like my mama when I take the bag home to her
 Con artists talkin' like some connoisseurs
 If you want the beef, we could put them bitches on skewers
 She the one I wrote the song for
 And she put it on while she puttin' on her contour
 Phone calls from the concourse
 Long way from home, and that pussy what I long for
 But for now, I'm on the clock
 Give myself off to you right before I knock
 Once I'm back home, then you know it's Yung Joc
 We gon' set the camcorder up and make a Hitchcock
 I'm a, uh, big snot
 I can't eat it cold, so I hope the shit's hot
 I can't eat the leftovers out the Ziploc
 It's a mental thing for me, I can't really explain it
 I know we're friends, but it feel like we datin' sometimes
 I feel the tension in all the conversations we have
 I know the beat ain't really hot 'til I'm pacin' around
 And I'm pacin' right now
 Yeah, this shit knockin'
 And she, and she, she tryna give noggin' (oof)
 Tryna show the youngin what the tip-top is
 But see, me, I'm just tryna see what the drip drop is
 Uh, hit it once, she said that we been talkin'
 Uh, I don't mind, I'm enjoyin' the company
 And it's validatin' for me, fill the void I've been strugglin' with
 I rock a soldier out of Troy when I'm bustin' this shit
 It's an infection I avoid, I've been wantin' a kid
 But I been flip-floppin', indecisive how I'm tryna get poppin' (oof)
 Plain cheeseburger, I don't get toppin'
 Chauncey tried to show me what the Crip walk is
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 CyHi, yeah
 Huh, drip droppin'
 Call the maintenance man, I don't fix faucets, huh
 Smokin' strong, can't quit coughin'
 Valentino with the Louis, boy, I mix sauces
 Big bosses over here, girl, I'm Rick Rossin', huh
 Big toppin' with the cheese gossip
 She like my last CD, I guess she disc-jockeyin'
 Spoken word over bass, I be gridlockin'
 She was bad, so I had to take the bitch shoppin'
 Hit the Rollie store to kill time, now we tick-tockin', huh
 Hurry up before my dick soften
 She put her panties on backwards, got her criss-crossin', huh
 Send her home in some sweatpants
 She vegan, so I hit her with the eggplant, huh
 Her daddy rich, so I'm Stedman, huh
 Vetements, Gucci headband, huh
 She said I'm better than her ex-man
 If you fuck another bitch, you a dead man
 Hol' on, girl, you talkin' like you pregnant
 I am not your nigga, I'm your best friend
 Shh, quit talkin'
 I just want to know what the drip drop is, huh
 I pull hair, girl, I rip stockings
 If you ain't fuckin' with me, you can kick rocks then
 Never take the hat off, boy, I'm Kid Rockin'
 She said, "I'm sorry, I don't get that type of dick often"
 Honey gold diggin', hoes be tryna pick-pocket
 So I'm swip-swappin'
 Got a thick chocolate
 Lil' chick from the market, caught her wrist-watchin'
 Now we at the crib, man, we binge-watchin'
 I'm straight forward on some Chris Rock shit
 I'm just tryna see what the drip drop is, huh