Ric Flair Drip
Offset & Metro Boomin Lyrics

Bijan 4 The 1 Time
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga!

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb', and drop the roof, show the tits

Poppin' but you really not gon' shoot
Ninety pointers style, my diamonds look like hula hoops
Hopping in my Bentayga and the seat is a masseuse
Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots
It's the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape
Ain't worried 'bout the bag 'cause the cash accumulate
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitate
Put my mind on it then I put my grind on it
Put the iron on it, if a nigga my opponent
My car five-hundred and I don't put no miles on it
I was runnin' 'round homie, with five-hundred thou' on me

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb', and drop the roof, show the tits

Twist my fingers, got the gang with me (gang with me)
Bought my first Patek, it got some rain on it (Patek)
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin' on me
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division
Amateur brain, we bought ya just like it's an auction, ain't it
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it's a car collision (brrt-brrt)
I made the shit mandatory, that means I had to get it
My shooter be begging "please," he's ready to wack a nigga
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga
I'm giving your ho away, like she a raffle, nigga
We get at it, then we gon' pray with the pastor's scriptures

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, show the tits

Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Leland Tyler Wayne, Bijan Amirkhani, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph

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