Yung Drippy - Take You There Lyrics

Yeah
Give me what you want and I can take you there
I wanna make it fair
Fuck it, I wanna pull your hair
And the stick in the glock got a
The stick on the glock got a flare
Nigga, try to run up if you dare
You don't know how to not care
Oh
Nigga, I was the one who always put the pack on the road
If you see the two white lines then the pack ain't sold
I keep a stick on my side, nigga, how could I fold?
Baby, every time you play with my feelings, my heart gets cold
Like, and this shit won't warm back up
Young bull, please pour lean in my cup
I try to give you the world but it's never enough
I was trying to calm bro down, but he keep playing rough
I turn to a whole new man when I'm hitting that puff
And I'm in the gym, cause I'm trying to get buff
You ain't even make it off rap, shit was all luck
I know I played with her heart, but I don't give a fuck
Watch how I ball on these niggas like PJ Tuck
Brodie ain't have the Range so he backed out the Lambo truck
And I'm dropping the circle forever, shout out to Ruck
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Uh-huh
Oh yeah
Come on
Come on
Uh-huh
Give me what you want and I can take you there
I wanna make it fair
Fuck it, I wanna pull your hair
And the stick in the glock got a
The stick on the glock got a flare
Nigga, try to run up if you dare
You don't know how to not care
Oh
Nigga, I was the one who always put the pack on the road
If you see the two white lines then the pack ain't sold
I keep a stick on my side, nigga, how could I fold?
Baby, every time you play with my feelings, my heart gets cold

Yeah
Give me what you want and I can take you there
I wanna make it fair
Fuck it, I wanna pull your hair
And the stick in the glock got a
The stick on the glock got a flare
Nigga, try to run up if you dare
You don't know how to not care
Oh
Nigga, I was the one who always put the pack on the road
If you see the two white lines then the pack ain't sold
I keep a stick on my side, nigga, how could I fold?
Baby, every time you play with my feelings, my heart gets cold
Like, and this shit won't warm back up
Young bull, please pour lean in my cup
I try to give you the world but it's never enough
I was trying to calm bro down, but he keep playing rough
I turn to a whole new man when I'm hitting that puff
And I'm in the gym, cause I'm trying to get buff
You ain't even make it off rap, shit was all luck
I know I played with her heart, but I don't give a fuck
Watch how I ball on these niggas like PJ Tuck
Brodie ain't have the Range so he backed out the Lambo truck
And I'm dropping the circle forever, shout out to Ruck
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Uh-huh
Oh yeah
Come on
Come on
Uh-huh
Give me what you want and I can take you there
I wanna make it fair
Fuck it, I wanna pull your hair
And the stick in the glock got a
The stick on the glock got a flare
Nigga, try to run up if you dare
You don't know how to not care
Oh
Nigga, I was the one who always put the pack on the road
If you see the two white lines then the pack ain't sold
I keep a stick on my side, nigga, how could I fold?
Baby, every time you play with my feelings, my heart gets cold