The Dripped Lyrics – 21 Savage

Read the full The Dripped lyrics by 21 Savage from the album The Leaks along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy 21 Savage’s music, you can also explore ATL (APPR3CIAT3 TH3 LOV3) and B’s On The Table, two other songs by 21 Savage.

[Intro]
Trapping off a Motorola
AK on my fu*king shoulder
N!gga make you do the hauler
Buddah blessed this beat

[Verse 1]
Put a TEC-9 on my necklace (Straight up)
Going against the gang, that’s a death wish (Straight up)
And I hold the pot with my left wrist  (Straight up, straight up)
N!gga I ride or die, I won’t dare snitch (Straight up, straight up)
I got residue on my clothes and s*it, yeah

Y’all n!ggas acting like hoes and s*it, yeah
Gangbanging, thirty hanging with the bros and s*it (On God)
I might put the toilet paper on your nose and s*it (Slime)
Y’all with the yap-yap
2-2-3, n!gga make ya do the Nolia you clap (21)
She got that stink walk, twisting like she know it’s fat (Project b!tch)
She got three kids, all of ’em got different dad (21)
Suck me up in a Ferrari, I’ma do the dash (Skrrt)
We already killed the shooter, where his brothers at? (Pu*sy)
She say she want a lollipop, where the suckers at? (Nah)
I’ma pass her to the gang, I ain’t cuffin that (On God)
*whistle*

[Chorus]
Ooh, watch the drip, watch the drip, watch the drip (Ooh)
Ooh, watch the drip, watch the drip, watch the drip (Ooh)
Ooh, don’t you slip, don’t you slip, don’t you slip
Ooh, too much drip, too much drip, too much drip

[Verse 2]
Every city I touch, I got hoes and s*it (Facts)
Fu*k around and smoke a couple O’s and s*it (Facts)
I buried a couple M’s, it got mold and s*it (Facts)
I’m still on 9th street, selling balls and s*it (No cap)
Bought a three bedroom, just to trap in it (Straight up)

This a crackhouse, hit her from the back in it (Straight up)
B!tch I keep a Glock you seen it in my lap (??) (Straight up)
Bought a snake tank just to put the rats in it (Straight up)
Y’all gang telling, police n!ggas (On God)
All my n!ggas felon (21), we grave diggers (On God)
I was selling two for five, yeah, right on Central (Facts)
I robbed a lot of n!ggas (21), right on Central (Lil’ b!tch)
They wanna hear that booty shaking s*it, uh? (Hot dawg)
Savage on that (??), I take your s*it, uh (Hot dawg)
I might do the Macarena with the stick (Grra, grra)
*whistle* Hey Macarena

[Chorus]
Ooh, watch the drip, watch the drip, watch the drip (Ooh)
Ooh, watch the drip, watch the drip, watch the drip (Ooh)
Ooh, don’t you slip, don’t you slip, don’t you slip
Ooh, too much drip, too much drip, too much drip