Dripping In Gold

[Intro: Dirty Lu] I'm dripped in gold from head to toe, I'm a boss I'm a king, now watch the throne [Verse 1: Dirty Lu] I'm stacking dough, I'm real cold, re-re-re-re-real cold I'm in my zone, pa-pa-pack another cone, take it to the dome Man, I'm grown, boy, I'm grown, y'all should've known I take art serious, hold my phone, bitch I made it out the gutter All alone, when you're talking to me, watch your tone Cause I really don't be playin' with anybody about it Shit crowded, fuck all those who doubted, I'm on my Kanye shit I'm on my Jay-Z, bitch try me, pst, you can't play me I mean I really don't give a damn, finna take trips to Amsterdam, taking new pics for my Instagram, but fuck it I'm a business man, I take business serious, that's point blank Period, gettin' money fast and furious, dropping bombs like I'm Syrian, it's Dirty Lu season in Vacaville, it's Dirty Lu season Pop a seal, gon' stack a mill', word up, you know that's for real Dirty Lu keep that pack for real, don't care how you act or feel Bitch, I rap to kill and I swear to God, man, I'm killin' this shit Say what you say, bitch, you feelin' my shit, cause I'm [Hook: Dirty Lu] Dri-dri-dri-dripped in GOLD, dripped in gold, dri-dri-dri-dripped in gold, dripped in, dripped in, dripped, dripped in gold Yeah, dripped in gold [Verse 2: Dirty Lu] Oh, "Dirty Lu, he ain't poppin' shit, he can't rap or spit" Rap or spit? Damn, bruh, you believe that shit? All cause Some dummies retweet that shit? I'm drippin' in gold in these Streets from my head to my feet, I'm confident, I don't need Y'all's acceptance, I don't need y'all's compliments, fuck yo' Twitters, fuckers tweetin' just to see what kind of response They get, once I stopped responding, it was obvious, I couldn't Give two shits, that left them in astonishment, I mean, y'all Don't get it, do ya? From these raps to these beats, my catalog A ruler, that's long enough for me to get it all together and sock It to ya, got friends I lost to coke, while they was spendin' money, I was broke, I don't know them no more, they off xans All day they on xans, all they talk is xans, y'all need Jesus, y'all Need yams, I'm off that, it's primetime, don't need that cause I'm fine, I got trust issues, never roll white paper, just swishers Everyday I'm on a new mission, yellin' "fuck the system" and all Their riches, if I had three wishes, I'd say get rid of all their money, clothes, and bitches, but that's just me though Corporations gettin' rich off of systems that use pistols On the same day, that same gun is used to kill folks [Outro: Dirty Lu] Blacks killed by whites, they don't get to kiss their moms Goodnight before they see the light