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Thrift Store Drip (feat. It's Troy) [2021 Remaster] Video (MV)






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I'm so high I'm a motherf*ckin' flight risk
Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch
F*ckin' on her friend 'cause she sayin' I'm so lovely
Hit it on the couch and not that motherf*ckin' love seat
I'm so high that I'm a motherf*ckin' flight risk
Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch
Bitch you shoulda known I'm in the cut without a barber
F*ck the game up, and bust the bands and all the commas
First things first, I'm the realest with no Iggy, yuh
Tryna diss me, huh? You must really be an idiot
Ain't nobody f*ckin with the flow I bring, ain't nobody wantin' that south side stream
'Call yo ass a shitty business how you lookin' so Supreme
My name is not Mike, but I hit it like magic
Best project out, this shit is Illmatic
Call me Houdini, I suddenly appear
And the rest of the rap game disappears
Every single time a diss appears
I knock it right back into the stratosphere
I could make a home run with a half-assed punt
And all of your fans will clap and cheer
Yee
Put my wrist on freeze
Can't f*ck with my Steeze
Yo bitch f*cked the team
That's so sad
But she bad
Had to bag
On my list I had to add
Keeping track
So I don't go back
You upset Why
I'm after all of them checks
Don't f*ck with my set Why
We gon put you to rest
Say it with ya chest Like
You don't want no smoke
Bitch you gonna choke
No oxygen where I go
Cause
I'm so high I'm a motherf*ckin' flight risk
Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch
F*ckin' on her friend 'cause she sayin' I'm so lovely
Hit it on the couch and not that motherf*ckin' love seat
I'm so high that I'm a motherf*ckin' flight risk
Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch
Bitch you shoulda known I'm in the cut without a barber
F*ck the game up, and bust the bands and all the commas
Gucci my goodwill
Louie my Ross
Fam in my will
My kids gon floss
Don't care how you feel
You ain in the field
Treating people good
Like the pres, I'm passing them bills
What
Ain want yo bitch boy
You just a bitch boy
You better sit boy
Yuh
I could spit half of a six plus ten
And still have enough to eat you up in the past tense
Motherf*cker try your best, it ain't gon' work
You gotta push like a mother on the day of birth
Me and Troy sick with no prescriptions
Markin' you off like you're on our hit-list
That's the way out, no other option given
If you wanted peace, you shouldn't have been slick, kid
Bitch I'm poppin' off like a Molotov
Thrown past a guard when it hits the ground
Imma knock your jaw, so when you talk a lot
Tryna ask around you won't make a sound
I've secured my place in the hall of fame
When I hit my shows, I'm center stage
Breakin' onto the scene and outta my cage
I'm loadin' my Glocks and I'm takin' names
Ok hold up
We bout to make you fold up
Switching the different flows up
Pamper you like a pull up
We underground so turnip
I got this Chip on my shoulda
Shooting, no gun in my holsta
I am the god like hova
But I'm just starting like nova
This just a different persona
Uh
I'm so high I'm a motherf*ckin' flight risk
Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch
F*ckin' on her friend 'cause she sayin' I'm so lovely
Hit it on the couch and not that motherf*ckin' love seat
I'm so high that I'm a motherf*ckin' flight risk
Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch
Bitch you shoulda known I'm in the cut without a barber
F*ck the game up, and bust the bands and all the commas
I thought those guys were fire, man
Um, like I said, the wordplay
The confidence, man
That's the main thing
To get up there, and just
To just believe in yourself
And just know that you a MC
And you can call out dudes
And, ya know, talk your shit
And be amongst the greats in hip-hop
I love it
So I just wanna show y'all respect
And let y'all know that y'all dope
Keep workin, keep rockin' man
Keep grindin
This is a place I think y'all deserve to be
So don't give up, aight
So keep workin and keep growin
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I'm so high I'm a motherf*ckin' flight risk
Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch
F*ckin' on her friend 'cause she sayin' I'm so lovely
Hit it on the couch and not that motherf*ckin' love seat
I'm so high that I'm a motherf*ckin' flight risk
Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch
Bitch you shoulda known I'm in the cut without a barber
F*ck the game up, and bust the bands and all the commas
First things first, I'm the realest with no Iggy, yuh
Tryna diss me, huh? You must really be an idiot
Ain't nobody f*ckin with the flow I bring, ain't nobody wantin' that south side stream
'Call yo ass a shitty business how you lookin' so Supreme
My name is not Mike, but I hit it like magic
Best project out, this shit is Illmatic
Call me Houdini, I suddenly appear
And the rest of the rap game disappears
Every single time a diss appears
I knock it right back into the stratosphere
I could make a home run with a half-assed punt
And all of your fans will clap and cheer
Yee
Put my wrist on freeze
Can't f*ck with my Steeze
Yo bitch f*cked the team
That's so sad
But she bad
Had to bag
On my list I had to add
Keeping track
So I don't go back
You upset Why
I'm after all of them checks
Don't f*ck with my set Why
We gon put you to rest
Say it with ya chest Like
You don't want no smoke
Bitch you gonna choke
No oxygen where I go
Cause
I'm so high I'm a motherf*ckin' flight risk
Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch
F*ckin' on her friend 'cause she sayin' I'm so lovely
Hit it on the couch and not that motherf*ckin' love seat
I'm so high that I'm a motherf*ckin' flight risk
Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch
Bitch you shoulda known I'm in the cut without a barber
F*ck the game up, and bust the bands and all the commas
Gucci my goodwill
Louie my Ross
Fam in my will
My kids gon floss
Don't care how you feel
You ain in the field
Treating people good
Like the pres, I'm passing them bills
What
Ain want yo bitch boy
You just a bitch boy
You better sit boy
Yuh
I could spit half of a six plus ten
And still have enough to eat you up in the past tense
Motherf*cker try your best, it ain't gon' work
You gotta push like a mother on the day of birth
Me and Troy sick with no prescriptions
Markin' you off like you're on our hit-list
That's the way out, no other option given
If you wanted peace, you shouldn't have been slick, kid
Bitch I'm poppin' off like a Molotov
Thrown past a guard when it hits the ground
Imma knock your jaw, so when you talk a lot
Tryna ask around you won't make a sound
I've secured my place in the hall of fame
When I hit my shows, I'm center stage
Breakin' onto the scene and outta my cage
I'm loadin' my Glocks and I'm takin' names
Ok hold up
We bout to make you fold up
Switching the different flows up
Pamper you like a pull up
We underground so turnip
I got this Chip on my shoulda
Shooting, no gun in my holsta
I am the god like hova
But I'm just starting like nova
This just a different persona
Uh
I'm so high I'm a motherf*ckin' flight risk
Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch
F*ckin' on her friend 'cause she sayin' I'm so lovely
Hit it on the couch and not that motherf*ckin' love seat
I'm so high that I'm a motherf*ckin' flight risk
Thrift store drip how I'm stuntin' on my ex bitch
Bitch you shoulda known I'm in the cut without a barber
F*ck the game up, and bust the bands and all the commas
I thought those guys were fire, man
Um, like I said, the wordplay
The confidence, man
That's the main thing
To get up there, and just
To just believe in yourself
And just know that you a MC
And you can call out dudes
And, ya know, talk your shit
And be amongst the greats in hip-hop
I love it
So I just wanna show y'all respect
And let y'all know that y'all dope
Keep workin, keep rockin' man
Keep grindin
This is a place I think y'all deserve to be
So don't give up, aight
So keep workin and keep growin
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Writer: Chris Harmon, Troy Tolbert
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