Yung Drippy - Mona Lisa Lyrics

(I paint a picture like Mona Lisa) (Grah-grah)
Ayo Ran, turn that up!
(If they hating on you tell em bye Felicia) (Grah-grah)
Ayye
I paint a picture like Mona Lisa
Foreign bitch, she ain't got no visa
I get the guap so they hate on me
If they hating on you tell em bye Felicia
Talk down on the gang you get cut like a slice of pizza
He thought I gave him a perc it was Anestesia
Now that boy slump on the bed but he not asleep
I'm going straight to the top you ain't stopping me
Uh, all of these drip that I'm rocking right now I know someone gone copy me
ZM told me don't fade when you shooting don't worry they ain't finna block the 3
I was down bad in my room shedding tears with a vision but it was real hard to see
Will I die before all of the fame and the fortune? Aye man I don't know probably
One opp in the blunt
Drippy Dri I don't flex I don't stunt
12 tryn blitz but we ain't bouta punt
Pour 2 4s of the wock now I'm done
That's my 8th pint of wock this month
Bad lil bitch put her hair in a bun
When I'm on the beat I don't care I have fun
I got bands I got bands I got tons
Pussy boy better check on your funds
All these rapping ass niggas my sons
Ma dukes told me I am the one
Feds tryn build up a case so I run
I ain't tryn get caught with that gun
I ain't never take no L I won
Stay with my hood on my head like a nun
I'm on the road I just ran up a honeybun (Yeah)
What would do if your brodie tried to jank you
And you really thought that was your day one?
Tito got 10 more years in the pen he said he gon get out
I can't wait till that day come
G Dot died member days we was up in the stu he like "aye drippy play some"
That's why I grind so hard in the stu i just work on my craft like Tatum
Every loss is a lesson
Back when g moms told me to count all your blessings
Baby girl why you stressing
I got opps outside tryn shoot with a Wesson
I pray to the reverend
I been off the porch since I was 11
Uncle B up in heaven
I ain't tryn get booked like my first name Devin
I paint a picture like Mona Lisa
Foreign bitch, she ain't got no visa
I get the guap so they hate on me
If they hating on you tell em bye Felicia
Talk down on the gang you get cut like a slice of pizza
He thought I gave him a perc it was Anestesia
Now that boy slump on the bed but he not asleep
I'm going straight to the top you ain't stopping me
Uh, all of these drip that I'm rocking right now
I know someone gone copy me
ZM told me don't fade when you shooting
Don't worry they ain't finna block the 3
I was down bad in my room shedding tears with a vision
But it was real hard to see
Will I die before all of the fame and the fortune?
Aye man I don't know probably
(Grah-grah)
(Grah-grah)
(Grah-grah)
(Ahh)
(Ahhhh)
(Grah-grah)
(Ahhhh)

(I paint a picture like Mona Lisa) (Grah-grah)
Ayo Ran, turn that up!
(If they hating on you tell em bye Felicia) (Grah-grah)
Ayye
I paint a picture like Mona Lisa
Foreign bitch, she ain't got no visa
I get the guap so they hate on me
If they hating on you tell em bye Felicia
Talk down on the gang you get cut like a slice of pizza
He thought I gave him a perc it was Anestesia
Now that boy slump on the bed but he not asleep
I'm going straight to the top you ain't stopping me
Uh, all of these drip that I'm rocking right now I know someone gone copy me
ZM told me don't fade when you shooting don't worry they ain't finna block the 3
I was down bad in my room shedding tears with a vision but it was real hard to see
Will I die before all of the fame and the fortune? Aye man I don't know probably
One opp in the blunt
Drippy Dri I don't flex I don't stunt
12 tryn blitz but we ain't bouta punt
Pour 2 4s of the wock now I'm done
That's my 8th pint of wock this month
Bad lil bitch put her hair in a bun
When I'm on the beat I don't care I have fun
I got bands I got bands I got tons
Pussy boy better check on your funds
All these rapping ass niggas my sons
Ma dukes told me I am the one
Feds tryn build up a case so I run
I ain't tryn get caught with that gun
I ain't never take no L I won
Stay with my hood on my head like a nun
I'm on the road I just ran up a honeybun (Yeah)
What would do if your brodie tried to jank you
And you really thought that was your day one?
Tito got 10 more years in the pen he said he gon get out
I can't wait till that day come
G Dot died member days we was up in the stu he like "aye drippy play some"
That's why I grind so hard in the stu i just work on my craft like Tatum
Every loss is a lesson
Back when g moms told me to count all your blessings
Baby girl why you stressing
I got opps outside tryn shoot with a Wesson
I pray to the reverend
I been off the porch since I was 11
Uncle B up in heaven
I ain't tryn get booked like my first name Devin
I paint a picture like Mona Lisa
Foreign bitch, she ain't got no visa
I get the guap so they hate on me
If they hating on you tell em bye Felicia
Talk down on the gang you get cut like a slice of pizza
He thought I gave him a perc it was Anestesia
Now that boy slump on the bed but he not asleep
I'm going straight to the top you ain't stopping me
Uh, all of these drip that I'm rocking right now
I know someone gone copy me
ZM told me don't fade when you shooting
Don't worry they ain't finna block the 3
I was down bad in my room shedding tears with a vision
But it was real hard to see
Will I die before all of the fame and the fortune?
Aye man I don't know probably
(Grah-grah)
(Grah-grah)
(Grah-grah)
(Ahh)
(Ahhhh)
(Grah-grah)
(Ahhhh)