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I Just Got My Drip Video (MV)




Performed By: Yung $co
Length: 2:43
Written by: William Strange




Yung $co - I Just Got My Drip Lyrics




I just got my drip
I just got my drip
I just got my drip
I just got my drip

Pulled up in the whip
Boutta f*ckin dip
Diamonds they glisten
Lookin at my wrist
I just got my drip
I just got my drip
I just got my drip

Chains look like the flinstones
Which shorty Imma take home
When I flex my drip
Know that im up next
Pull up on your set
I ain't send no text

I don't f*ck with ops
I don't play no games
69 my bitch
Call me rick james

What the f*ck do you know bout drippin all this sauce
When I walk up in the room, you see that Imma boss
Lil bitch they wanna play, told them bitches get lost
They don't have shit on Yung Scofield f*ckin ross

Cuz I drip
And I drip
And I Drip
And I DRIP

Pull up in that drip
Boutta do my drip
Drippin on your bitch
Mist up on my drip
Pull up in that drip
Hoe you need a drip
Drippin on your bitch
Water Splash on my drip

Pulled up in a drip whip
Trees like its Christmas
Goose feather button down
Run it like some distance

I done flexed up on your chick
And I don't feel a thing
Back to basics, ultra instinct
Can't touch me like Wayne

I'm sauced up I can't stop it when I'm drippin
Roll up in the cut, got my momma f*ckin trippin
Gas up in the blunt, hurricane what I'm sippin
Designer in my blood, bitch, money is my mission
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I just got my drip
I just got my drip
I just got my drip
I just got my drip

Pulled up in the whip
Boutta f*ckin dip
Diamonds they glisten
Lookin at my wrist
I just got my drip
I just got my drip
I just got my drip

Chains look like the flinstones
Which shorty Imma take home
When I flex my drip
Know that im up next
Pull up on your set
I ain't send no text

I don't f*ck with ops
I don't play no games
69 my bitch
Call me rick james

What the f*ck do you know bout drippin all this sauce
When I walk up in the room, you see that Imma boss
Lil bitch they wanna play, told them bitches get lost
They don't have shit on Yung Scofield f*ckin ross

Cuz I drip
And I drip
And I Drip
And I DRIP

Pull up in that drip
Boutta do my drip
Drippin on your bitch
Mist up on my drip
Pull up in that drip
Hoe you need a drip
Drippin on your bitch
Water Splash on my drip

Pulled up in a drip whip
Trees like its Christmas
Goose feather button down
Run it like some distance

I done flexed up on your chick
And I don't feel a thing
Back to basics, ultra instinct
Can't touch me like Wayne

I'm sauced up I can't stop it when I'm drippin
Roll up in the cut, got my momma f*ckin trippin
Gas up in the blunt, hurricane what I'm sippin
Designer in my blood, bitch, money is my mission
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Writer: William Strange
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