DG2 - Badda TD

Oh I heard

Drip Gang keep a glock if we spinning that block

Just know that we making shit hot yea

Lil Badda gone flock if they giving him the chop

Drip Gang this shit never gone stop yea

Told guap I need guap I need backend

Brodie always on D he ain’t lacking

Got the ball and you never scored a basket

RP on court we ain’t passing

Casket

Tell them lil niggas better go home

Papers getting signed money grow long

I never thought I’d make it here oh no

I started off with scams, got it on the road

And she fell in love with my fashion

Dis ain’t no regular coat it’s a mackage

Flashing I done got tired of flashing

I call up Chris for the 6 we make magic

Stand it, they cannot stand it

They ain’t gimme nothing so I turned into a bandit

Made a couple bands out of chase lil nigga I ain’t swiping

When I send my dogs for them pussys they on timing

And if they got they caught, they don’t talk they stay silent

You could ask Rah free Yellow free Tajay

You could ask Shak free Owie free Shawny

Free all of my niggas from the streets they behind me

D said that it’s war in these streets

Well someone tell D they ain’t fucking w me yea

She said I’m just company

Well tell that lil treesh she gotta get on her knees yea

And these scars still bleeding

Blood in my eye I don’t cry nigga I’m a lil demon

Damn turtle I can’t see him gone too long

But ain’t far cuz them choppas still grieving

Now hold on let’s get

Back back to the script

Where were them bitches when shit wasn’t lit

Get hit on the strip if you talk out ya lip

Bro got the 30 he walk with a limp

Bitches is cap and them feens getting skimp

Ty gon drill em if he running Rick

I’m making fire still walk with a stick

And I’m with the gang said I’m with drips

Extendo’s they hang in love with my clip

Smurf always told don’t trust in no bitch

And T always told me lil nigga get rich

Ride for ya mans please don’t ride for a myth

I’m in DC with the muscle I’m fit

Ayo got bitches in love with the drip

Yea yea

Free my lil shooter that’s tajay the menace

I wasn’t rapping we still would b drilling

I spoke to the lawyer he said that we winning

I talk to Shak and he said there’s no limit

It’s still free my father the gang know I miss him

Always on court never shot from a distance

Eggy gone drill him if he got the Smith

And I told you don’t play with my niggas we gifted