Dry Whippin'

Artist: Rio Da Yung Og Album: Ghetto Babies Category: Hip Hop
(Okay, KMoney)

Still fuckin' with the dog, but that's a price difference
I gotta sell it raw, I cannot mix it
If you hit it, it might turn on you, this shit bite niggas
We all gon' die, but if I use too much, they gon' die quicker
My nigga got caught with a zip and got a life sentence
Somebody talkin' 'bout me, my eye keep twitchin'
Slangin' Fetty Wap without a scale, I think my eyes trippin'
This a zip of soft, I'm 'bout to dry whip it

Too much dog shit in my safe, I gotta clear it out
Call Ky, it's a hundred pints of green around
You probably steal when you buy a deuce, sit your cheap ass down
When I ain't got no Hi-Tech, I be dreamin' 'bout it
Nigga talkin' out his neck, tie a string around it
Ghost bought a pair of— with a Visa card
We used to shop at the Valley, we go to Neimans now
I used to want a Scat Pack, I want a Demon now
Pour a six in one pop, it look like Beecher water
Phone dead, but I don't need your plug, nigga, keep your charger
You probably don't get it
My nigga snitched before he died, so I don't miss him
I do not do beef, I only like chicken
Can't compete with rappers, this the life I'm livin'
I got scoliosis, I cannot fight niggas
I got diagnosed for a common cold, now I'm Sprite mixin'

Still fuckin' with the dog, but that's a price difference
I gotta sell it raw, I cannot mix it
If you hit it, it might turn on you, this shit bite niggas
We all gon' die, but if I use too much, they gon' die quicker
My nigga got caught with a zip and got a life sentence
Somebody talkin' 'bout me, my eye keep twitchin'
Slangin' Fetty Wap without a scale, I think my eyes trippin'
This a zip of soft, I'm 'bout to dry whip it

Probably make a thousand, then jump on a high horse
I'ma make an M in cash if I don't die first
Ghost said his car trippin', he gotta slide with force
Tell the truth to all my hoes, but I lie in court
I'm stingy, my nigga got a six, I'm tryna buy a four
Gave my fiend all soap, this nigga tried to snort it
I'm honest, last time he spent it, nigga tried to short me
Sell your ass some hit work just for tryna work me
I met a plug in jail, this nigga tried to front me
But why would I sell work when niggas buyin' verses?
Why would I go to church? The pastor lie the worstest
Pockets fat as hell, these niggas buyin' purses
Tell me this, when you write a statement, do you write in cursive?
You heard the nigga rattin', you still tried to serve him
I really miss the Act', I'm still out here searchin'
I only hit the shit once, I wasn't tryin' to hurt him

Still fuckin' with the dog, but that's a price difference
I gotta sell it raw, I cannot mix it
If you hit it, it might turn on you, this shit bite niggas
We all gon' die, but if I use too much, they gon' die quicker
My nigga got caught with a zip and got a life sentence
Somebody talkin' 'bout me, my eye keep twitchin'
Slangin' Fetty Wap without a scale, I think my eyes trippin'
This a zip of soft, I'm 'bout to dry whip it
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