Yung Drippy - Facade 3 Lyrics

(Okay Joe that's fye!)
(Shybalenci)
Ayye
F-A-C-A-D-E facade
We caught dat boy at da bustop
Yo bitch saw da kid she said wassup
How you 4 deep ain't got one Glock

Niggas be sweet, gumdrop
I luh the sound uh da gun pop
Come To the 978 issa fun block
She asked me when you gon stop this I'm almost done ma

Bitch said drippy Dri why you so fine? Told me I'm hot like the sun hot
My family they always be on my mind I promise to god that I love y'all
Brodie just keep on pourin them lines, we kickin shit like Honda
Jump in that pussy I slip and I slide, I might just yell kawabunga

If I pop one more Percocet pill, imma be in the sky high flyin
Me & brodie like Jack & Jill, goin straight to the top we climbing
Ever since day 1 bro showed me the ropes big shoutout to OG Brian
Lotta niggas be cap on the net if I see you in person just don't be lyin

Don't be a bitch
He a rat, Lilo & Stitch
Brodie gave me a route no hitch
Young bull he be shootin like Mitch

Off a addy I can't stop itchin
Cookin that crack on the kitchen
Wockhardt lean what I'm sippin
Touch my chain you trippin

Nigga really tried touch my chain now it's R.I.P. Long Live
I used to be on the block with T now I can't even call him
Louis V down man I know all these bitches gone scream when I walk in
Yung Drippy Dri on the road to the racks I ain't into the talkin

And shoutout my shooters in Boston
I'm never gon see my uncle again he gone but he never forgotten
On the deep end bro tried gimme a noodle I told em I didn't like ramen
Niggas gon act like yo man, now that I need you, why you ain't callin?

I just live my life
I never understood Ray man I can't hit my wife
2 am on the block tryna make a play damn it was brick that night
I was 10 years old still remember the day hope said "don't sip that sprite"

Now I pour 4 wok in every damn color except green and white
Down bad in the trenches we ain't never see the light
Gave my momma a hug told her we gon be alright
Gave my brother a dub told em put that lean on ice

Nigga really tried join that gang all happy thinking everything was nice
But now he down bad
Tell me now watchu gon do about that
Smoke a loud pack
Pop used to fuck me up like "ow dad"
Nigga tried take my life that's why I keep my heat can't go out sad, no

If you not down for the go
I put that pack on the road
Bustdown Patek it's froze
I use to pray for the redbone bitches now I got them touchin they toes

I got them touching the toes, ohhh

Chillin with my Swuul Gang fellas
You keep talking down on the gang are you jealous (Woah woah)
Down bad now I'm better
One false move nigga we could get you wet up (woah)
I don't luh that bitch but please don't tell her
2019 I was writin suicide letters (Woah woah)
You see Givenchy on my sweater
Calling on Him lord please help us (woah)

F-A-C-A-D-E facade
We caught dat boy at da bustop
Yo bitch saw da kid she said wassup
How you 4 deep ain't got one Glock

Niggas be sweet, gumdrop
I luh the sound uh da gun pop
Come To the 978 issa fun block
She asked me when you gon stop this I'm almost done ma

Bitch said drippy Dri why you so fine? Told me I'm hot like the sun hot
My family they always be on my mind I promise to god that I love y'all
Brodie just keep on pourin them lines, we kickin shit like Honda
Jump in that pussy I slip and I slide, I might just yell cowabunga

If I pop one more Percocet pill , imma be in the sky high flyin
Me & brodie like Jack & Jill, goin straight to the top we climbing
Ever since day 1 bro showed me the ropes big shoutout to OG Brian
Lotta niggas be cap on the net if I see you in person just don't be lyin

Don't be a bitch
He a rat, Lilo & Stitch
Brodie gave me a route no hitch
Young bull he be shootin like Mitch

Off a addy I can't stop itchin
Cookin that crack on the kitchen
Wockhardt lean what I'm sippin
Touch my chain you trippin

Chillin with my Swuul Gang fellas
You keep talking down on the gang are you jealous (woah woahh)
Down bad now I'm better
One false move nigga we could get you wet up (woah)
I don't luh that bitch but please don't tell her
2019 I was writin suicide letters (woah woah)
You see Givenchy on my sweater
Calling on Him lord please help us (woah)