Yung Boss Crook - Drip & Drank Lyrics

Here we go again Choko
Here we go again with this shit
I love getting money
Can't be Broke
And bummy
Yeah I want the best
Expect nothing less
Organic
I'm fresh
Thank God I'm blessed
Flex'n on haters
Like I'm Jonah Hex
Sleeping on me
That's a move you'll regret
They pray that I fail
But it ain't happened yet
I’m young black
And winning
Got'em in they feelings
All my haters
And the racists upset
The homies thug'n
Always throwing up sets
AR for the Plex
Mo' stripes than a vet
I’m a beast, bitch
Indominus rex
No competition
Boys ain't even a threat
Kuz I got the drip
I got the drank
I like to Sip
And
Puff on the dank
I like to pull up
With candy on paint
Looking like money
And
Smelling like bank
I can not lie
I’m feeling myself
She feeling me too
She calling me boo
I tell her to shoo
Kuz all of that ass
Obstructing my view
I’ve got shit to do
Motivated by bluefaces
Ain't never trip'n
No suit cases
Blowing old money
In new places
Drip'n from my head
To my shoelaces
Nicka can't see me
Need to do lasik
JP Morgan
Money gotta chase it
Mayne errybody
Got two faces
Don't trust these nickaz
No new faces
No new friends
Just blue paper
No pop'n percis
Just pine
And papers
I'm in the valley
Living by the Lakers
Young black
And savage
Like an Oakland Raider
I love myself
Fuck doing favors
If I drop my ego
It'll leave a crater
Neapolitan
I’m kick'n flavor
I’m on my grind
We can kick it later
I’m drip'n sauce
Texas barbecue
I'm humble
But flexing on all of you
While you making plans
With no follow through
I’m shooting my shot
Peep the follow through
Chasing money
Like I'm running late
I’m supa fly
I don't need a cape
Talented wealthy
And plus I'm handsome
The cat come to me
I don't have to chase
Kuz I got the drip
I got the drank
I like to Sip
And
Puff on the dank
I like to pull up
With candy on paint
Looking like money
And
Smelling like bank
I can not lie
I’m feeling myself
She feeling me too
She calling me boo
I tell her to shoo
Kuz all of that ass
Obstructing my view
I’ve got shit to do
Motivated by bluefaces
Ain't never trip'n
No suit cases
Blowing old money
In new places
Drip'n from my head
To my shoelaces
Nicka can't see me
Need to do lasik
JP Morgan
Money gotta chase it
Mayne errybody
Got two faces
Don't trust these nickaz
No new faces

Here we go again Choko
Here we go again with this shit
I love getting money
Can't be Broke
And bummy
Yeah I want the best
Expect nothing less
Organic
I'm fresh
Thank God I'm blessed
Flex'n on haters
Like I'm Jonah Hex
Sleeping on me
That's a move you'll regret
They pray that I fail
But it ain't happened yet
I’m young black
And winning
Got'em in they feelings
All my haters
And the racists upset
The homies thug'n
Always throwing up sets
AR for the Plex
Mo' stripes than a vet
I’m a beast, bitch
Indominus rex
No competition
Boys ain't even a threat
Kuz I got the drip
I got the drank
I like to Sip
And
Puff on the dank
I like to pull up
With candy on paint
Looking like money
And
Smelling like bank
I can not lie
I’m feeling myself
She feeling me too
She calling me boo
I tell her to shoo
Kuz all of that ass
Obstructing my view
I’ve got shit to do
Motivated by bluefaces
Ain't never trip'n
No suit cases
Blowing old money
In new places
Drip'n from my head
To my shoelaces
Nicka can't see me
Need to do lasik
JP Morgan
Money gotta chase it
Mayne errybody
Got two faces
Don't trust these nickaz
No new faces
No new friends
Just blue paper
No pop'n percis
Just pine
And papers
I'm in the valley
Living by the Lakers
Young black
And savage
Like an Oakland Raider
I love myself
Fuck doing favors
If I drop my ego
It'll leave a crater
Neapolitan
I’m kick'n flavor
I’m on my grind
We can kick it later
I’m drip'n sauce
Texas barbecue
I'm humble
But flexing on all of you
While you making plans
With no follow through
I’m shooting my shot
Peep the follow through
Chasing money
Like I'm running late
I’m supa fly
I don't need a cape
Talented wealthy
And plus I'm handsome
The cat come to me
I don't have to chase
Kuz I got the drip
I got the drank
I like to Sip
And
Puff on the dank
I like to pull up
With candy on paint
Looking like money
And
Smelling like bank
I can not lie
I’m feeling myself
She feeling me too
She calling me boo
I tell her to shoo
Kuz all of that ass
Obstructing my view
I’ve got shit to do
Motivated by bluefaces
Ain't never trip'n
No suit cases
Blowing old money
In new places
Drip'n from my head
To my shoelaces
Nicka can't see me
Need to do lasik
JP Morgan
Money gotta chase it
Mayne errybody
Got two faces
Don't trust these nickaz
No new faces