Drip or Drown (Remix) – Gunna
Genre Rap

Drip or Drown (Remix)

Feat. Lil Yachty

IntroLil Yachty


Verse 1Lil Yachty & Gunna

Two Benzes, one Bentley Coupe, and two Bimmers
Think I'm a seamstress, I stay in the cleaners
2k my sweatsuit, I walk with demeanor
Sippin' on lean, can you tell me who leaner
Showin' me pics of your ho, I done seen her
Twenty-three racks got me feeling like Tinker
I like your bitch 'cause her pussy look pinker
Made that ho cum with two rings on my fingers
Crocodile seats and my cousin look like he been shippin' packs
And we back, yeah, that's a fact
Lately I promise I been on my bull
You finna get shot, acting like you cool
Drip to my socks, in Alyx I'm a fool
Sickö my brother, he stay with a tool
If you won't pop it, boy pass it to Tuan
Flipped in your bitch, dawg her pussy a pond
Feel like a swan laying in the Don Juan
Yeah, I been an artist, but not rap, boy, I con
Fuck these new niggas, I ain't 'em, too foreign
My bitch a fairy, she walk with a wand
JBan$ my brother, if I fight, he scuffle
That's not a joke, that boy can't wait to tussle
TEC-9, no 'tussin, these stripper hoes bussin' [Yeah
Lustin', not lovin', my guap, bitch, keep buzzin' [Yeah]

Verse 2Gunna

I got woodgrain on my Damier Buckle [Uh
Cool quarter mill' in my Goyard duffle [Yeah
I won again so you still gotta shuffle
Born with the drip and just learned how to hustle [Hus'
Look at your bitch through these Dior bifocals [Look
I get me some head, she bend that shit over [Yeah
They say lately I been lookin' like dollars [Yeah
Pinstripe high waters, I dress like a golfer [Drip
We ride in foreigns, ain't no more Impalas [Foreigns
They ain't have the new born but I got baby bottles [Ah
Shoppin' at Barney, I drip like a model [Yeah
Watch how I drip when I hit that Met Gala [Yeah
Codeine I sip with my lip, don't get splattered [Sip
Doctor told me I got l lean in my bladder [Mm
Run through this cash like family don't matter [Cash
I got your back, feel the same pain together [Yeah
Pop off the tag of my Palm Angels sweater [Yeah
Baby blue Jag made my mom feel better [Yeah
Fucked a snow bunny at my show at Coachella [Yeah
VVS damn they pointers in my bezel [Yeah
We move too fast, it get slimy as ever [Slime
Life is too grimy, I watch for the devil [Grime
It's a Rolls Royce, and it comes with umbrellas [Ooh
2018 and that Porsche is Carrera [Hey]


Goyard pouch [Hey
Racks in the quarter ounce [Hey
Two accounts [Hey
Large amounts, ooh [Yeah
Shop around [Hey
Designer down, ooh [Yeah
Drip or drown [Hey
Drip or drown, ooh [Yeah]

Verse 3Gunna

Killin' these hoes, need to call paramedics [Kill
New Fendi runners, I feel athletic [Yeah
Run that shit up, bought my partner a Patek [Hey
Blowin' this cash, it was times we ain't have it [Yeah
Got twenty-one bitches, I must be a savage [Yup
Cook in the kitchen, the dope smell like acid [Yup
Pourin' this Hi-Tech, I'm sippin', relaxin' [Yeah
Vibes in L.A., Gunna fuckin' the baddest [Vibes
FN ain't plastic, put him in a casket [Uh
I wiped his nose quickly, pass him a napkin [slime
Got an addiction, in love with this fashion [Yeah
Prayin' for all of my bros like we Catholic [Pray
Lifetime of hats 'cause you always be cappin' [Hey
Niggas ain't eatin', stop cappin', you ain't fastin' [Cap
Can't get no sleep 'cause my life is all action [Yeah
See how shit happened, I made it in rappin' [Yeah]


Goyard pouch [Hey
Racks in the quarter ounce [Hey
Two accounts [Hey
Large amounts, ooh [Yeah
Shop around [Hey
Designer down, ooh [Yeah
Drip or drown [Hey
Drip or drown, ooh [Yeah]

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