Drip Creator - NLE Choppa

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I’m the drip creator, ooh

I’m the drip creator

Oh, yeah, yeah

I’m tied with money, yeah, yeah

Ayy (Ayy)

Ayy (Ayy)

I’m tryna get money, don’t care bout the fame

Fucked the first night and I don’t know her name

I’m popping these Percs to ease all this pain

Pimpin' these bitches, I need me a cane

Broken down bad I need me a plate

Keep me a shooter like kids mess with clay

Chasing this bag and stay out the way

These niggas, they hate, just look at they face

Dripping too much got your main bitch looking

Soon as you look you know that she took it

Niggas throwing C’s, crippin' like

Hall of fame shooters don’t fuck with no rookies

Shooting my .20, but my dice is crooked

Niggas sneak dissing, they really some pussies

Bullets to his head, just like a hoodie

Running your pockets we need all your goodies

Kicked her out the spot, I gave her the boot

My nigga like Bloc, they ready to shoot

Send a hit, and then we watch it go poof

Feds pick me up, and I don’t gave a clue

Spending the flavors, sipping on liquors

Shocking the game, I don’t need a taser

All orange like a Florida Gator

Look at my drip, I’m the drip creator

Drip creator, yeah I’m the drip creator

Ayy, I’m the drip creator

Ayy, I’m the drip creator

Drip creator, all orange like a Florida Gator

Ayy, uhh ahh

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, ayy

Going back in you thought I was finished

Since a youngin' been a menace like Dennis

Got me some racks, I ain’t talkin' bout titties

look like some titties

Free the fucking case, sexual harassment

Pull up and shoot like I’m Tyler Harris

Boy want some smoke?

Yeah he got static

Bullets make him go «He-he, who who»

That’s the Michael Jackson

Yeah, He-he, who who

That’s the Michael Jackson

Choppa the man, Choppa too smooth

Choppa the man, Choppa too smooth

Choppa the man, Choppa too smooth, smooth, yeah

I’m that nigga, ayy

I’m the pussy killer

I’m a realer

Earned my stripes like a zebra

Yeah, yeah, yeah