Ric Flair Drip
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Metro Boomin want some more, nigga (hey)
Goin' to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope, so do not test me, yeah (brrt, brrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, spent a coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (ayy)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrrt)
Poppin', but you really not gon' shoot (poppin')
Ninety pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops (ninety)
Hop in my Bentayga and the seat is a masseuse (hey)
Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots (ooh-ooh)
It's the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths (Boominati)
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape (grrt)
Ain't worried 'bout the bag 'cause the cash accumulatin' (bags)
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitated (hey)
Put my mind on it, then I put my grind on it (grind)
Put that iron on him if a nigga my opponent (iron)
My car five-hundred and I don't put no miles on it (whoa)
I was runnin' 'round homie, with five-hundred thou' on me (hey)
Goin' to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope, so do not test me, yeah (brrt, brrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, spent a coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (ayy)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrrt)
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? (Ha-ha)
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it (skrrt)
We not the same, my nigga
My nigga, we from the north division (north, north)
Aim at your brain, yeah, we bought ya like it's an auction, ain't it (hey)
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it's car collision (brrt, brrt)
I made that shit mandatory, that means I had to get it (hey)
My shooter be begging "please," he ready to whack a nigga (please, please)
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga (woo)
I'm giving your ho away like she a raffle, nigga (here, here)
We get at it, then we 'gon pray with the pastor's scriptures (hey)
Goin' to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope, so do not test me, yeah (brrt, brrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, spent a coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (ayy)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrrt)
Goin' to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah (brrt, brrt)
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, spent a coupe on my wrist (ice)
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (ayy)
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrrt)
The lyrics of 'Ric Flair Drip' by Offset featuring Metro Boomin and Bijan 4 The 1 Time are filled with braggadocio and wealth flaunting. The song opens with an introduction from Bijan, then features Offset's verses sandwiched by the chorus "Ric Flair drip, go 'woo' on a bitch." Offset's first verse describes his lifestyle, including trips to the jeweler, riding jet skis, and trying to seduce multiple women. He also boasts about his gun, warning anyone to not test him. The chorus repeats after each verse. In the second verse, Offset continues to talk about his bling, including a Bentley and a Patek Philippe watch. He also brags about his gangster connections, his shooter, and his willingness to cap someone. The song ends with a final chorus.
Line by Line Meaning
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga (hey)
Metro Boomin wants more production credits
Goin' to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (bust it)
Going to the jewelry store to buy an Audemars Piguet watch
Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah (woo, slide)
Riding on water like a jet-ski
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (hey)
Trying to have a sexual encounter with both the person and their best friend
Chopper with the scope, so do not test me, yeah (brrt, brrt)
Gun with a scope attached to it, warning others not to test him
Ric Flair drip, go "woo" on a bitch (woo)
Having fancy clothes and jewelry like Ric Flair and making a celebratory noise
Fifty-seven ninety, spent a coupe on my wrist (ice)
Spending a lot of money on a watch
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (ayy)
Making a lot of money with his music and foolishly spending it
Hop up in the Lamb and drop the roof, show the tits (skrrt)
Getting into a Lamborghini and opening the roof while showing off the breasts of the passengers
Poppin', but you really not gon' shoot (poppin')
Acting tough, but not actually willing to use a gun
Ninety pointers down my diamonds look like hula hoops (ninety)
Having diamonds that are so big that they look like hula hoops
Hop in my Bentayga and the seat is a masseuse (hey)
Getting into his Bentley SUV that has a massage function for the seats
Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots (ooh-ooh)
Wearing designer clothes from Balenciaga, being proud of his good posture, and wearing boots from Valentino
It's the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta Wraiths (Boominati)
Being part of Metro Boomin's production team and owning a lot of Lamborghinis and Rolls-Royce Wraiths
Never hesitate to give a nigga yellow tape (grrt)
Always being ready to use caution tape to cordon off a crime scene after killing someone
Ain't worried 'bout the bag 'cause the cash accumulatin' (bags)
Not worrying about the money bag because he is making a lot of money
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they imitated (hey)
As soon as he became successful, a lot of people started copying his style
Put my mind on it, then I put my grind on it (grind)
Focusing on something and then working hard to achieve it
Put that iron on him if a nigga my opponent (iron)
Threatening to use a gun against someone who is his enemy
My car five-hundred and I don't put no miles on it (whoa)
Having a car that costs $500,000 and not driving it much
I was runnin' 'round homie, with five-hundred thou' on me (hey)
Carrying around $500,000
Twist my fingers, got the gang with me (gang with me)
Throwing up gang signs and having his gang with him
Bought my first Patek, it got some rain on it (Patek)
Buying his first Patek Philippe watch that got wet in the rain
Nigga, we used to kick it, how you hatin' on me? (Ha-ha)
Being confused why someone who he used to hang out with is now hating on him
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the brains out it (skrrt)
Getting into his Bentley Coupe and driving it very fast
We not the same, my nigga
Being different from someone else
My nigga, we from the north division (north, north)
Being from the north part of the city or being part of a gang called North Division
Aim at your brain, yeah, we bought ya like it's an auction, ain't it (hey)
Aiming for the head while shooting someone and comparing it to buying something at an auction
Beat the chopper, hundred round total, like it's car collision (brrt, brrt)
Firing a lot of rounds from a machine gun and comparing it to a car collision
I made that shit mandatory, that means I had to get it (hey)
Making something a requirement and having to obtain it
My shooter be begging "please," he ready to whack a nigga (please, please)
Having a hired gunman who is eager to kill someone
I gave a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga (woo)
Giving someone a valuable present but then having to kill them
I'm giving your ho away like she a raffle, nigga (here, here)
Giving away someone's girlfriend like a prize in a raffle
We get at it, then we 'gon pray with the pastor's scriptures (hey)
Fighting with someone and then going to pray with the pastor's teachings afterwards
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Written by: Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Leland Tyler Wayne, Bijan Amirkhani, Shayaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@DomisLiveNEWS
I love seeing the legend Ric Flair in this
@unclegrapes3118
DomisLive NEWS shut the fuck up dom. i think we need keemstar to sit your ass down
@swaggerboy660
Gang.. GANG GANG
@fahimahmed8258
Didn't you used to make GTA glitch videos?
@bgsmidnight1221
Gang
@goofyj7593
DomisLive NEWS DOM
@_dunceman101
5 years later and 21 verse still hitting ✊
@emmanuellarsson3435
it was a joint album and 21 wasn't on every song
@JayFr-lj9uu
@@emmanuellarsson3435 no shit it’s a joke
@muhammadtalla8599
Trust 😢