Video Dripset de Young Ma 2024 Rap Lyrics

Young Ma - Dripset Lyrics

[Intro]
(Zombie on the track)
Yo, brodie, yerr
Ayy, man, we 'bout to go to Miami, man
We 'bout to go to the yams, bro
I'm stressed out, man, I need some love, man, yerr
Ayy, uh

[Verse 1]
Just drunk a half a bottle of that Hennessy, I'm wavy
Had to leave that bitch before she played me
My feelings hurt, I can't even lie, that was my baby
But fuck love, love is just a bitch that never paid me
Then what'd you do? (What you think?)
Went and got a bag like a boss do
So next time you wanna have my heart, it's gon' cost you (Uh)
It's RedLyfe, baby, but my heart blue (My heart blue)
My money number one, so listen, ho, you just a part two (Ooh)
So play your part, I ain't got no time for your feelings now
Landed in Miami, rent the 'Rari, put the ceiling down

[Chorus]
Ooh, uh, drip check (Ooh, ooh)
Shades on, neck wet, wrist wet (Okay, okay)
And I got that smile that make your bitch wet (Hello)
In Miami like Santana town
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dripset, dripset, dripset, dripset, ooh, uh

[Verse 2]
And I'm with my guys, all foreigns at the stop sign (Skrrt, skrrt)
And we spinnin' blocks, gotta watch where the opps hide (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bad bitch lookin' like a pie, she on thot time (Ooh)
Put Henny in her Mai Tai (Ooh), now she on my time (Hello)
Then I hit the bro up like let's go up on a Sunday (Yerr)
Five foreigns deep, gang hoggin' up the one-way (Yes)
LIV on a Sunday (Hah), we ain't throwin' chump change (No)
Party on the yacht, couple thots and the fuckin' gang (Gang)
We ain't got no worries, drinkin' Henny just to numb the pain (Facts)
Big Cuban links, diamonds dancin' off the sun rays (VVs)

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, drip check (Ooh)
Shades on, neck wet, wrist wet (Okay, okay)
And I got that smile that make your bitch wet (Hello)
In Miami like Santana town
D-D-Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dripset, dripset, dripset, dripset, uh (Ooh)

[Verse 3]
Jim Jones ballin' (Ooh), big drip saucin' (Hello)
Money and respect, got the power like I'm Austin (Facts)
Backend money, get like fifteen on the walk in (Like fifteen bands)
Fifteen niggas deep, tell the bouncer let my dawgs in (Let 'em in)
It's gon' be a problem if this Glock get to barkin' (Boom, boom, baow)
We gon' turn an opp into dog shit (That's a fact)
Put a price on 'em like an auction (He don't want that)
My niggas walk shit, we don't talk shit (Hold on)
I collect the bag, give my brother Reem a portion (Gang)
And we hit them stores, came off tour with a fortune (We spend that)
I'm tried of flexin' on 'em, it's exhaustin' (I'm tired)
Neck on faucet (Ooh), bad bitches on it

[Chorus]
Ooh, drip check (Okay, okay)
Shades on, neck wet, wrist wet (Okay, okay)
And I got that smile that make your bitch wet (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
In Miami like Santana town (Zombie on the track)
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dripset, dripset, dripset, dripset
Dipset, dripset, dripset, dripset (Flex, flex, flex)