Video Medic Ft Dripsterr de Ysb Tril 2024 Rap Lyrics

Ysb Tril - Medic Ft Dripsterr Lyrics

[Intro]
(Culture)
(James about that check, boy)

[Chorus: YSB Tril]
If I said it, I meant it, I meant it, I said it
Talk down on the boy, but the key, had to dead it
Your bitch an eater, on me she be beggin'
My dawg leave him leakin', better call up a medic
Your bitch, I put dick in her jaw
Walk into Saks, blow a bag at the mall
Oh, I been that nigga since school in the halls
Treat me like a king, they see me, take a bow, ooh
I want it, I got it, we poppin', you floppin'
You still smokin' mid while we puffin' exotic
Recordin' on Logic, but I lost my logic
You can't even sit with us, my nigga, just stop it
I floatin', finna go to the moon
A thousand degrees, bitch, I'm hotter than June
Plеase don't get too close, bеtter watch where you at
Put that scene on the map, now the boys pick and choose

[Verse 1: YSB Tril]
I wake up, get cash and that's every day
Ask me how I'm feeling, I say feeling paid
Brand new blue Benji's straight out of the bank
Purple in my cup, bitch, I feel like a saint
I'm earning my stripes, I done got a lil' rank
Bitch, I feel like I'm Django, the boy out the chains
I done took a few L's tryna go against the grain
Could walk right though Hell and I'd still stay the same
Hop into that walk of shame, never again
Put down that controller, this shit ain't a game
The beast been unleashed now I cannot be tamed
I'm goin' up like some stocks, and they fallin' like rain
New whip, candy the paint
Them losses I took, I charged them to the game
They wanna know how much money I make
I ain't sayin' no words, take a walk to the bank
[Chorus: YSB Tril & Dipsterr]
If I said it, I meant it, I meant it, I said it
Talk down on the boy, but the key, had to dead it
Your bitch an eater, on me she be beggin'
My dawg leave him leakin', better call up a medic
Your bitch, I put dick in her jaw
Walk into Saks, blow a bag at the mall
Oh, I been that nigga since school in the halls
Treat me like a king, they see me, take a bow, ooh
I want it, I got it, we poppin', you floppin'
You still smokin' mid while we puffin' exotic
Recordin' on Logic, but I lost my logic
You can't even sit with us, my nigga, just stop it
I floatin', finna go to the moon
A thousand degrees, bitch, I'm hotter than June
Please don't get too close, better watch where you at
Put that scene on the map, now the boys pick and choose (It's Drip)

[Verse 2: Dipsterr]
Like Tril said, we poppin' (Poppin')
New music, it's droppin' (Droppin')
These lil' niggas can't even top it
All of these bitches be flockin'
Just like these lil' dreads on my head, they gon' lock it
I'm ringin' shit, like a doorbell
You said you got the pack, but there ain't no smell
I got the gang right here and a girl at the crib
I can't take no lil' ho to the hotel
My lil' shawty straight bussin', you couldn't handle her
You like your life, don't fuck with me, it's cancerous
I run up a check, guess I'm good at my stamina
Doin' this shit with no motherfuckin' manager
I put dick in the back of her throat, leave her back broke
I'ma motherfuckin' damage her
These niggas know that I ain't no ho, I want all smoke
Big fork, I'ma stand for them
[Chorus: YSB Tril]
If I said it, I meant it, I meant it, I said it
Talk down on the boy, but the key, had to dead it
Your bitch an eater, on me she be beggin'
My dawg leave him leakin', better call up a medic
Your bitch, I put dick in her jaw
Walk into Saks, blow a bag at the mall
Oh, I been that nigga since school in the halls
Treat me like a king, they see me, take a bow, ooh
I want it, I got it, we poppin', you floppin'
You still smokin' mid while we puffin' exotic
Recordin' on Logic, but I lost my logic
You can't even sit with us, my nigga, just stop it
I floatin', finna go to the moon
A thousand degrees, bitch, I'm hotter than June
Please don't get too close, better watch where you at
Put that scene on the map, now the boys pick and chooseEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy