Drip (Respectfully)

(Drip)
(Drip)
(Drip)
(Hello)
[VERSE 1: Reck Savage]
They want me to drip
They want me to flex
But I will not spit a bar
Without a check
Moving real different
My foot on they necks
Applying the pressure
Just give me respect
I wanna hear the fans screaming name
I just wanna go and see other domains
Tired of the usual cops in my faces
Cuts and the bruises from hopping the fence
Immune to this life
Got me craving for more
The streets just don't hold
No excitement no more
I know my whole city
Could givе you a tour
Went through hell and back
I could show you the doors
Watch out for niggas, that fakе as ya friends
Then go around and turn snake at the end
Watch out for niggas, that's watching yo pockets
Them be the first niggas, that reach for the rocket
My bussin my moves
Now ya bitch wanna dance, dance
(Dance, dance)
I'm grabbing her ass
She asking the plans, plans
(Plans, plans)
Said she a freak
She tryna tour round the sheets
Said she been on it for weeks
And I'm off a E
Baby girl know that I'm geeked
She tryna awaken the beast
And I'm from the east
8 Trey be the set
Ion play bout it
I know some killas
That'll spray about it
Know opps get tight
How we came bout it
(Damn)
(Sheesh)
She a freak
Soaked up the sheets (drip)
All this drip
Could soak up a beach (drip)
All this heat
I'm flooding the streets (drip)
Sheesh
Sheesh
They say that I'm cocky
I'm confident
I ain't got the time
For the nonsense shit
Ain't talking a bag
Then I'm out the shit
Respectfully
Constantly adding new drip
To the recipe
Got my old drip
So think that they next to me
How you suppose to play chest
With a checker piece


[VERSE 2: Qu3st Qu3st]
They want me to lose
They want me to fail
But I can't take a loss nigga
They washing my moves
They digging my drip
Walk
I'ma faucet nigga
I stay by the rules and talk my shit
Now bitches love me like some Reese's
I fuck with the three's
And that's the gang
You other niggas paying for a feature
Now when I back out it go
Boom
Everybody clearing the room
I walk in the spot
High off shrooms
And damn I pitty the fool
Sneaking dissin will get you killed
We don't play around
Or talk on the internet
No phone calls
Us coming to you fucking door
You know how my killers get
I'm different
I hop in the booth
With consistence
So you get the best of me
I be talking my truth
Ion know about you
That's the only way I'm giving energy
And they tryna kick me out the kitchen
Cause I got the sauce
And I got the recipe
I flex around mount climbs
Hang around killers
And shooters especially
One hunnit
Facts
And you know I'm not telling no lies
I'm up in the morning
Wiping my eyes
Already money on my mind
I'm thinking back about the times
It was only I now I'm in my prime
These niggas ain't give a dime
Now I'm in my shit
Watch a nigga shine
Respectfully
I'm back on my bullshit
Niggas don't respect me
Then I'm knocking niggas out
I'm back with a full clip
You gone respect me
Ion do it for the clout
It's tactical season
Give me a reason nigga
To knock a nigga out
(Nah fuck that shit, where my gun at?)


[VERSE 3: Reck Savage]
Father forgive me
I know I'ma sinner
They pushed all my buttons
And made me a killer
I sent them shots
So they'd get the picture
He covered in red
We'll call it a filter
Picture me on a plane
Or a yacht
Surrounded by hella bread
And some thots
Of course gang always in the spot
Brought about 4 mansions on the block
Hustle from the sun up
Till the sun down
Setting up a blueprint
Moving up now
They blowing up my line
I ain't picking up now
Cause feds still watching
We ain't slipping up now
Throwing up my 3s
I could never put it down
Frontline the gang
Make moves no sound
Throwing up my 3s
I could never put it down
Frontline the gang
Make moves no sounds
I'm talking my shit
And they feeling it
They like savage keep going
I like what I'm hearing
I'm giving out flows
Like I'm vending em
Turn up the speakers
I hope that you listening
I got the sauce
Make the panties go missing
I'll have a nun
Really think bout sinning
Pass her the chop
And I swear she gone send it
Never had wock
But today she gone sip it all
I move w some killers
Who hang out the window
See sprinter doors open
We shooting movies
Shit get to tactical
I got the magic tool
Get the clip hot
Like ja-fuccin-cuzi's
So much drip
Can't fit in the pot
Too much cash
Stuffing bill in my sock
Come get ya bitch
Cause she all on my -uh
She want a bag
But she can't get none
Touched her once
And left her there stuck
My shit too fire
She sign notes
Like she Mariah
Have her dancing
For designers
Want me to eat
Like Benny Hanna's
My palette straight for the finest
Quick chat had to remind her
I can't cuff no thotyanaa