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lil gotit - drippin in spider lyrics

[intro]
top chef

[chorus]
yeah i’m drip with young spider
dripping in spider now hopped out a spider
you and your crew put on that title
360 boy turn this sh+t to a cypher
250 boy i put five in your nighter
it ain’t easy in floors and i ain’t trippin’ about it
throw cap drip off in the garbage
checking my b but i’m riding (?)
f+ck with my crips but they now how i pop it
i keep my b+tch in the back of the back
she think i’m cheating she pulled out my (?)
this sh+t a yeyo i’m getting a pack
100k on my back better hit with no flash
jeweller play with me i get on his ass
i know you ain’t shopping you checking the tag
you ain’t no shooter your bl!cky in your bag

[verse 1]
f+ck a camera i don’t need no backup
by this money i promised her ass up
popping x pills turn the fan up
this ain’t texas i went got my bands up
4 pockets i feel like i’m wham
in the dinner i’m riding the lamb
n++++ using my name in the scams
when i catch up i’m weighing it down
suck my d+ck in the winter that’s some cold sh+t
(?) but n++++ got no luck
but a hole in the boy like a donut
went and talk about (?) like the kukluk
got a bean by my ear bought a new bud
a r+t+rded or goofy can’t fool us
in the hills with the view in that pooh stuff
n++++ tripping by hoes tie your shoes up
[chours]
yeah i’m drip with young spider
dripping in spider now hopped out a spider
you and your crew put on that title
360 boy turn this sh+t to a cypher
250 boy i put five in your nighter
it ain’t easy in floors and i ain’t trippin’ about it
throw cap drip off in the garbage
checking my b but i’m riding (?)
f+ck with my crips but they now how i pop it
i keep my b+tch in the back of the back
she think i’m cheating she pulled out my (?)
this sh+t a yeyo i’m getting a pack
100k on my back better hit with no flash
jeweller play with me i get on his ass
i know you ain’t shopping you checking the tag
you ain’t no shooter your bl!cky in your bag

[verse 2]
beep beep wihp they don’t know what i’m in
prada shades copper ‘em for the tint
self payed i don’t care ‘bout no b+tch
open the budget this sh+t getting lit
talk with my set ‘cause this n++++++ get it twisted
first time n+++++ play with me and they blisted
cullinan roll baby my sh+t worth a twenty (money)
real opp smoker can’t blemish my image
yeah the bank that just where i’ve been
mixing designer i dress and i bling
just like a shake you get bit with the fin
down big set him up like a tent
leave these n++++ hanging just like i’m christ
stuffed chicken in the back of ruth’s chris
put ‘em on hit the boy with a brick
stones all of my body and wrist
[chorus]
yeah i’m drip with young spider
dripping in spider now hopped out a spider
you and your crew put on that title
360 boy turn this sh+t to a cypher
250 boy i put five in your nighter
it ain’t easy in floors and i ain’t trippin’ about it
throw cap drip off in the garbage
checking my b but i’m riding (?)
f+ck with my crips but they now how i pop it
i keep my b+tch in the back of the back
she think i’m cheating she pulled out my (?)
this sh+t a yeyo i’m getting a pack
100k on my back better hit with no flash
jeweller play with me i get on his ass
i know you ain’t shopping you checking the tag
you ain’t no shooter your bl!cky in your bag

- lil gotit lyrics

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