Luyện nghe bài hát Ric Flair Drip (& Metro Boomin)

Bijan 4 The 1
Metro want some more, nigga!

Going to the jeweler, the AP, yeah
Slide on the water like a jet-ski,
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie,
Chopper the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair go "woo" on a bitch
ninety split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the
Hop up in the Lamb, and the roof, show the tits

Poppin' but you really not shoot
Ninety pointers [?] my diamonds look like hoops
Hopping in my Bentaya, take her to masseuse
Balenciaga, Valentino
It's the Boominati way, a lotta Lambs, a lotta
Never to give a nigga yellow tape
And worry the bag 'cause the cash accumulate
Soon as we came in the game, all these niggas they
Put my on it then I put my grind on it
Put the iron on it, if a my opponent
My car five-hundred and I don't put no on it
I was runnin' 'round homie, with thou' on me

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP,
Slide on the like a jet-ski, yeah
I'm tryna you with your bestie, yeah
with the scope so don't you test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a
Fifty-seven ninety split the on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I'm a with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, the tits

the fam, "Got the gang with me"
Bought my purple ticket, got rain on it
Nigga, we used to it, how you hatin' on me
Hop in the Bentley coupe and blow the out it
We not the same, my
My nigga, we from the division
brain, we bought ya just like it's an auction, ain't it
Beat the chopper, round total, like it's apocalypse
I meet your mandatory, I'm told that I had to get it
My shooter keep begging "please," he's ready to a nigga
I a nigga a diamond, I had to cap a nigga
I'm giving your ho away, like she a raffle,
We get at it, then we 'gone play with the plastic

Going to the jeweler, the AP, yeah
on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I'm tryna fuck you with your bestie,
with the scope so don't you test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a
Fifty-seven ninety the coupe on my wrist
dollar, I'm a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, the tits
Going to the jeweler, bust the AP,
on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I'm tryna fuck you your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the so don't you test me, yeah
Ric Flair go woo on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I'm a with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb, and drop the roof, the tits