Offset & Metro Boomin – Ric Flair Drip Lyrics

Ric Flair Drip Lyrics By Offset

Ric Flair Drip Lyrics
Ric Flair Drip Lyrics
  • Artist Offset
  • Featured Metro Boomin
  • Title Ric Flair Drip
  • Album Without Warning

Metro Boomin want some more, ****
Hey
Goin' to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (Bust it)
Sliding on the water, like a jet ski, yeah (Hoo, ha)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (Hey)
Chopper with the scope, so do not test me, yeah (Brrt, brrt)
Ric Flair drip, go, "Woo" on a bitch (Woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, spent a coupe on my wrist (Ice)
Multi million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (Hey)
Hop off in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (Skrrt)
Popping, but you really not gon' shoot (Popping)
Ninety pointers down, my diamonds look like hula hoops (Ninety)
Hop in my Bentayga, in the seat is a masseuse (Hey)
Balenciaga, check my posture, Valentino boots (Ooh, ooh)
It's the "Boominati" way, a lotta Lamb', a lotta Wraiths ('Luminati)
Never hesitate to give a **** yellow tape (Brrt)
Ain't worried 'bout the bag 'cause the cash accumulate (Bag)
Soon as we came in the game
All these ****, they imitate (Hey)
Put my mind on it, then I put my grind on it (Grind)
Put the iron on him if a **** my opponent (Iron)
My car five hunnid and I don't put no miles on it
I was running wild, homie, with five hunnid thou' on me (Hey)
Goin' to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (Bust it)
Sliding on the water, like a jet ski, yeah (Hoo, slide)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (Hey)
Chopper with the scope, so do not test me, yeah (Brrt, brrt)
Ric Flair drip, go, "Woo" on a bitch (Woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, spent a coupe on my wrist (Ice)
Multi million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (Hey)
Hop off in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (Offset)
Twist my finger and got the gang with me (Gang with me)
Bought my first Patek, it got some rain on it (Patek)
****, we used to kick it, how you hating on me? (How, how?)
Hop in the Bentley Coupe and blow the brains out it (Skrrt)
We not the same, my ****, my ****, we from the Nawf division (Nawf, Nawf)
Aim at your brain, yeah, we bought you like it's a auction, ain't it? (Hey)
Look at the chopper, hunnid round total like it's apocalypse (Brrt, brrt)
I made that shit mandatory, that means I had to get it (Hey, woo)
My shooter be begging, "Please", he ready to whack a **** (Please, please)
I gave a **** a dummy, I had to cap a **** (Woo)
I'm giving your ho away like she a raffle, **** (Give, give)
We get at it, then we go pray with the pastor's scriptures
Goin' to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (Bust it)
Sliding on the water, like a jet ski, yeah (Hoo, slide)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (Hey)
Chopper with the scope, so do not test me, yeah (Brrt, brrt)
Ric Flair drip, go, "Woo" on a bitch (Woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, spent a coupe on my wrist (Ice)
Multi million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (Hey)
Hop off in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (Skrrt)
Goin' to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah (Bust it)
Sliding on the water, like a jet ski, yeah (Hoo, slide)
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah (Hey)
Chopper with the scope, so do not test me, yeah (Brrt, brrt)
Ric Flair drip, go, "Woo" on a bitch (Woo)
Fifty-seven ninety, spent a coupe on my wrist (Ice)
Multi million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits (Hey)
Hop off in the Lamb' and drop the roof, show the tits (Skrrt)

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