[Intro – calm then cocky tone, heavy 808 build-up]
(Drip Drop whispering)
I been quiet too long…
Now they gon’ hear me breathe through the bass.
(Gun cock)
Let’s talk that shxt.
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[Hook – fast, punchy, bounce-heavy]
Talk my shxt, I walk that shxt,
Name too loud, can’t block that shxt.
Gloss on grip, I spark that shxt,
Real ones know, I pop that shxt.
Talk my shxt, yeah, I earned that flex,
Gold on my neck, that’s blood, not checks.
Ain’t no threat, I’m a whole damn hex,
Prayed for peace, got pain instead.
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[Verse 1 – double-time flow]
Came from the dirt, now the heels hit marble,
Mouth full of heat, yeah, I spit like charcoal.
Flow so slick make a preacher immoral,
Drip too rare — that’s blood and coral.
Talk slick, baby, I’m built for beef,
Pretty but my venom got gold teeth.
Soul too street, but my talk too deep,
They copy the sound, but they bite too cheap.
Every bar like a body, every verse like a threat,
Every ex still call, every opp still sweat.
I’m the mix of divine and disrespect,
Saint with a blade in her ankle step.
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[Hook – with echoes + adlibs “Yeah!” “What’s up!”]
Talk my shxt, I walk that shxt,
Name too loud, can’t block that shxt.
Gloss on grip, I spark that shxt,
Real ones know, I pop that shxt.
Talk my shxt, yeah, I earned that flex,
Gold on my neck, that’s blood, not checks.
Ain’t no threat, I’m a whole damn hex,
Prayed for peace, got pain instead.
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[Verse 2 – flow switch-up, dirty South bounce]
Hood Mona Lisa, I frame my pain,
Turn trauma to drip, that’s designer brain.
Ain’t no feature, I need no chain,
I’m the art, the war, the flame.
Barbie on blocks, I bend the law,
Boss with a body, no flaw, just raw.
Talk to me nice, or don’t talk at all,
My silence louder than your call.
They say “Drip, you too fine for sin.”
I said, “Sin made fine look thin.”
Every wound I wear got a win,
Every loss I took turned gin.
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[Bridge – chopped vocals + heavy FX]
Talk my shxt, talk it clean,
Built my throne from gasoline.
If I burn, I burn supreme,
Heaven don’t fit — I’m a crime scene.
(Gun click )
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[Verse 3 – final fast verse]
Ain’t no clone in my DNA,
Wordplay heavy like it bench-press pain.
Brain on flame, I don’t chase no fame,
Just run my name through blood and rain.
Got ten toes deep, but I walk on glass,
Sweet on the lips, but I cut that fast.
He love the body, but the mind too vast,
Pray for my soul, I already passed.
Whole new level, I’m talkin’ divine,
Ghetto Aphrodite, baptized in crime.
Drip Drop name in a neon sign,
Talk my shxt, then I redesign time.
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[Final Hook – layered, chaotic energy + 808 explosion]
Talk my shxt, I walk that shxt,
Name too loud, can’t block that shxt.
Gloss on grip, I spark that shxt,
Real ones know, I pop that shxt.
Talk my shxt, yeah, I earned that flex,
Gold on my neck, that’s blood, not checks.
Ain’t no threat, I’m a whole damn hex,
Prayed for peace, got pain instead
