Yeah You know this designer shit, ain't new to it, nigga Street nigga, from the dirt though I'm a project nigga, this what we call drip (Drip, drip, drip) Black tee, you can see my clip (You can see it) I'm a dope boy, baby, this what we call whip (Whip, whip, whip) Road trip, bag it up and zip (Skrrt) But they tell me I ain't shit Bitch, I'm up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit Tried to tell me I ain't shit Bitch, I'm up, but I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, road trip I just set the project dumpster on fire Told my plug I'm gon' put it on the wire Hope they let me in, my ID is expired Brought them sticks out so somebody gettin' retired Brought a few bands out Picture roof, I got 'bout fifty grand out Thuggin' all out the mud too This shit here ain't no hand-out Snuck it up in this club too These niggas know I ain't playin' 'bout None of this shit, I'm pullin' up like What's that shit you sayin' 'bout Buck, really let choppers buck Really not understanding me until you got to duck Really been out here playing with me, act like my knife don't cut (Say what?) Niggas been tryna slander me, act like your wife don't fuck What's up? I'm a project nigga, this what we call drip (Drip, drip, drip) Black tee, you can see my clip (You can see it) I'm a dope boy, baby, this what we call whip (Whip, whip, whip) Road trip, bag it up and zip (Skrrt) But they tell me I ain't shit Bitch, I'm up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit Tried to tell me I ain't shit Bitch, I'm up, but I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, road trip I got the dice game going in the Breeze Way The office open, hope the maintenance man don't see me Project nigga, I just wanna be on TV Four baby mamas, man, I swear this shit ain't easy She lost her Section 8 and said that I'm the reason Gang members on the porch so now she leavin' We been trappin' out the door and niggas eatin' Buy lil' mama a new house so now we even Buy the kids all of the free cups and sponsor all the fish fries You might think I'm nothing, I'm the shit in your bitch eyes And my booster got my fit lit And my shooters in this bitch with 'bout six sticks, buckshot I'm a project nigga, this what we call drip (Drip, drip, drip) Black tee, you can see my clip (You can see it) I'm a dope boy, baby, this what we call whip (Whip, whip, whip) Road trip, bag it up and zip (Skrrt) But they tell me I ain't shit Bitch, I'm up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit Tried to tell me I ain't shit Bitch, I'm up, but I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, road trip Candlelight tonight for all the dead locs Spade game in the kitchen while we sell coke Whole change how I'm livin', I can't spell broke I done came home from prison, you ain't never went to jail before Really be trappin' after dark, watchin' unmarkeds Shoot it out with the sarge, fuck a gun charge Pullin' up on your mom, fuck your whole squad Bitch, better get out the Dodge if you don't want no part I'm a project nigga, this what we call drip (Drip, drip, drip) Black tee, you can see my clip (You can see it) I'm a dope boy, baby, this what we call whip (Whip, whip, whip) Road trip, bag it up and zip (Skrrt) But they tell me I ain't shit Bitch, I'm up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit Tried to tell me I ain't shit Bitch, I'm up, but I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, way up, I'm lit, road trip