[Intro]
Ooh, Bighead on the beat

[Chorus: Drippin So Pretty]
I told that bitch to go get her lil' bag up
Hop in a foreign I'm fucking the dash up
Look at your face and I know that you mad huh
.40 on me so I hope that you back up
You got a bitch but my bitch lookin badder
I'm up on top and I don't have a ladder
I'm countin money like it's mathematics
You ain't on shit no you don't want no static

[Verse 1: KILLKODY]
Yuh, yuh
She on my dick 'cause I'm up now (Yuh)
I'm calling plays like a touchdown (Yeah)
Gothic bitches wanna fuck now
I just might ice out my wrist
Groupie bitches tryna be in the mix (Boom)
He got hit with the stick
She coming through, she tryna fuck on my clique
Mama told me you can't always be mitch
My daddy told me all these bitches just tricks
I'm in the castle fucking on the witch
I'm with Drip and SIG in this bitch
Me and CHXPO finna pour up a fifth (Yeah)
She tyna fuck on the kid
Off-white on my motherfucking feet
In the midwest we drop doors on the Jeep
[Chorus: Drippin So Pretty]
I told that bitch to go get her lil' bag up
Hop in a foreign I'm fucking the dash up
Look at your face and I know that you mad huh
.40 on me so I hope that you back up
You got a bitch but my bitch lookin badder
I'm up on top and I don't have a ladder
I'm countin money like it's mathematics
You ain't on shit no you don't want no static

[Verse 2: Drippin So Pretty]
I don't want her so my lil' brother smash her
Get that lil' bitty bitch off of my mattress
She don't love me, she in love with my status
Count up so quick no I don't need to practice
I got your bitch, she in love with the movement
Two pistols on me don't gotta prove it
How you broke, what the fuck is you doing?
Money talk and you know that I'm fluent
I just like how they be hating
Run up on me but my gun don't got safety
I swear that you just be faking
She ate my kids and she say that it's tasty
I'm just tryna live my life
Paranoid so I ride around with my 9
Baby wanna be my wife
I'm in love with the guap baby ain't my type
[Chorus: Drippin So Pretty]
I told that bitch to go get her lil' bag up
Hop in a foreign I'm fucking the dash up
Look at your face and I know that you mad huh
.40 on me so I hope that you back up
You got a bitch but my bitch lookin badder
I'm up on top and I don't have a ladder
I'm countin money like it's mathematics
You ain't on shit no you don't want no static