Chords for Jack Harlow - DRIP DROP (feat. Cyhi The Prynce) [Official Video]
Tempo:
99 bpm
Chords used:
A
F
Dm
Am
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Dm] Hey, [A] if you want it, you can have it, that my old style
Move it through the night just like an old guy
Yo, the low profile, sip it somethin' got my piss lookin' [F] like the old high
[A] Push it till it's broke down
Somethin' like my mama when I take the bag home to her
Tryin' all this talkin' in the cone, so as if you want the beef, [F] we can put your bitches on [A] skewers
She the one I wrote the song for, and she put it on when she puttin' on the contour
Phone calls from the concourse, long way from home, [F] and that pussy what I known [A] for, but
For now I'm on the clock, uh, give yourself off to you right before I knock
Want some bag home, and you know it's Young Jock
We gon' set the camcorder [F] up and make it hitchcock, [A] I'm a
Big stock, uh, I can't eat it cold, so I hope this shit's hot
I can't eat the [Am] leftovers out the Ziploc
It's a mental thing for me, I can't really explain it
I [A] know we're friends, but it feel like we datin' sometimes
I feel the tension in all the conversations we have
I know the beat ain't really hot till I'm pacin' the brown, and I'm pacin' right now
Yeah, [Dm] this shit knockin', and [A] she, and she, she tryin' to give a knockin'
Oof, tryin' to show the youngin' what the tip-drop is
But see me, I'm just tryin' to see what the drip-drop is
Hit it once, she said that [F] we been talkin', [A] uh
I don't mind, I'm enjoyin' the company, and it's validatin' for me
Feel the void I've been strugglin' with
I rock a Soulja out of Troy when I'm bustin' this shit
It's an infection [F] I avoid, I been wantin' to [A] get, but I been flip-floppin'
Indecisive how I'm tryin' to get poppin'
Oof, plain cheeseburger, I don't get droppin'
Tryin' to try to show me [F] what the quick walk is
[A]
Sa-ha, [Dm] yeah,
[A] huh, drip-droppin'
Calder made this man on fixed flosses, huh
Smokey Strong came quick off it
Valentino with the Louis, [F] boy, I mix us
[A] Big bosses over here, girl, I'm Rick Rossin', huh
Big-top it with the chicks gussin'
She like my last CD, I guess she dish-jockin'
Spoken word over bass, I [F] be gridlockin'
She [A] was bad, so I had to take the bitch shoppin'
Hit the roller-snow to kill time, now we tip-tockin', huh
Hurry up before my dick sufferin'
She put her panties on, backhoes [F] got her criss-crossin', [A] huh
Send her home in some sweatpants
She vegan, so I hit her with the eggplant, huh
Her daddy rich, so I'm Steadman, huh
Better man [F] Gucci headband, [A] huh
She said I'm better than her ex-man
If you fuck another bitch, you a dead man
Hold on, girl, you talkin' like you pregnant
I am not your nigga, [F] I'm your best friend, [N] huh
[A] Shit, quit talkin', I just wanna know what the drip drop is, huh
I pour her a girl like real stockings
If you ain't fuckin' with me, you [Dm] can kick-rock me
[A] Never take a hat off, boy, I'm Kid Rockin'
She said I'm sorry, I don't get the type of dick bumpin'
Honey, gold diggin', hoe, we tryna pickpocket
So I'm swip-swappin', [F] got a thick jockey
[A] Little chick from the market, call her wristwatchin'
Now we at the crib and we binge-watchin'
I'm straight forward on some Chris Rush
I'm just tryna see [F] what the drip drop is, huh
[A]
[F]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Dm] Hey, [A] if you want it, you can have it, that my old style
Move it through the night just like an old guy
Yo, the low profile, sip it somethin' got my piss lookin' [F] like the old high
[A] Push it till it's broke down
Somethin' like my mama when I take the bag home to her
Tryin' all this talkin' in the cone, so as if you want the beef, [F] we can put your bitches on [A] skewers
She the one I wrote the song for, and she put it on when she puttin' on the contour
Phone calls from the concourse, long way from home, [F] and that pussy what I known [A] for, but
For now I'm on the clock, uh, give yourself off to you right before I knock
Want some bag home, and you know it's Young Jock
We gon' set the camcorder [F] up and make it hitchcock, [A] I'm a
Big stock, uh, I can't eat it cold, so I hope this shit's hot
I can't eat the [Am] leftovers out the Ziploc
It's a mental thing for me, I can't really explain it
I [A] know we're friends, but it feel like we datin' sometimes
I feel the tension in all the conversations we have
I know the beat ain't really hot till I'm pacin' the brown, and I'm pacin' right now
Yeah, [Dm] this shit knockin', and [A] she, and she, she tryin' to give a knockin'
Oof, tryin' to show the youngin' what the tip-drop is
But see me, I'm just tryin' to see what the drip-drop is
Hit it once, she said that [F] we been talkin', [A] uh
I don't mind, I'm enjoyin' the company, and it's validatin' for me
Feel the void I've been strugglin' with
I rock a Soulja out of Troy when I'm bustin' this shit
It's an infection [F] I avoid, I been wantin' to [A] get, but I been flip-floppin'
Indecisive how I'm tryin' to get poppin'
Oof, plain cheeseburger, I don't get droppin'
Tryin' to try to show me [F] what the quick walk is
[A]
Sa-ha, [Dm] yeah,
[A] huh, drip-droppin'
Calder made this man on fixed flosses, huh
Smokey Strong came quick off it
Valentino with the Louis, [F] boy, I mix us
[A] Big bosses over here, girl, I'm Rick Rossin', huh
Big-top it with the chicks gussin'
She like my last CD, I guess she dish-jockin'
Spoken word over bass, I [F] be gridlockin'
She [A] was bad, so I had to take the bitch shoppin'
Hit the roller-snow to kill time, now we tip-tockin', huh
Hurry up before my dick sufferin'
She put her panties on, backhoes [F] got her criss-crossin', [A] huh
Send her home in some sweatpants
She vegan, so I hit her with the eggplant, huh
Her daddy rich, so I'm Steadman, huh
Better man [F] Gucci headband, [A] huh
She said I'm better than her ex-man
If you fuck another bitch, you a dead man
Hold on, girl, you talkin' like you pregnant
I am not your nigga, [F] I'm your best friend, [N] huh
[A] Shit, quit talkin', I just wanna know what the drip drop is, huh
I pour her a girl like real stockings
If you ain't fuckin' with me, you [Dm] can kick-rock me
[A] Never take a hat off, boy, I'm Kid Rockin'
She said I'm sorry, I don't get the type of dick bumpin'
Honey, gold diggin', hoe, we tryna pickpocket
So I'm swip-swappin', [F] got a thick jockey
[A] Little chick from the market, call her wristwatchin'
Now we at the crib and we binge-watchin'
I'm straight forward on some Chris Rush
I'm just tryna see [F] what the drip drop is, huh
[A]
[F]
Key:
A
F
Dm
Am
B
A
F
Dm
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
_ _ [Dm] Hey, [A] if you want it, you can have it, that my old style
Move it through the night just like an old guy
Yo, the low profile, sip it somethin' got my piss lookin' [F] like the old high
[A] Push it till it's broke down
Somethin' like my mama when I take the bag home to her
Tryin' all this talkin' in the cone, so as if you want the beef, [F] we can put your bitches on [A] skewers
She the one I wrote the song for, and she put it on when she puttin' on the contour
_ Phone calls from the concourse, long way from home, [F] and that pussy what I known [A] for, but
For now I'm on the clock, uh, give yourself off to you right before I knock
Want some bag home, and you know it's Young Jock
We gon' set the camcorder [F] up and make it hitchcock, [A] I'm a
Big stock, uh, I can't eat it cold, so I hope this shit's hot
I can't eat the [Am] leftovers out the Ziploc
It's a mental thing for me, I can't really explain it
I [A] know we're friends, but it feel like we datin' sometimes
I feel the tension in all the conversations we have
I know the beat ain't really hot till I'm pacin' the brown, and I'm pacin' right now
Yeah, [Dm] this shit knockin', and [A] she, and she, she tryin' to give a knockin'
Oof, tryin' to show the youngin' what the tip-drop is
But see me, I'm just tryin' to see what the drip-drop is
Hit it once, she said that [F] we been talkin', [A] uh
I don't mind, I'm enjoyin' the company, and it's validatin' for me
Feel the void I've been strugglin' with
I rock a Soulja out of Troy when I'm bustin' this shit
It's an infection [F] I avoid, I been wantin' to [A] get, but I been flip-floppin'
Indecisive how I'm tryin' to get poppin'
Oof, plain cheeseburger, I don't get droppin'
Tryin' to try to show me [F] what the quick walk is
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Sa-ha, _ [Dm] yeah, _
[A] huh, drip-droppin'
Calder made this man on fixed flosses, huh
Smokey Strong came quick off it
Valentino with the Louis, [F] boy, I mix us
[A] Big bosses over here, girl, I'm Rick Rossin', huh
Big-top it with the chicks gussin'
She like my last CD, I guess she dish-jockin'
Spoken word over bass, I [F] be gridlockin'
She [A] was bad, so I had to take the bitch shoppin'
Hit the roller-snow to kill time, now we tip-tockin', huh
Hurry up before my dick sufferin'
She put her panties on, backhoes [F] got her criss-crossin', [A] huh
Send her home in some sweatpants
She vegan, so I hit her with the eggplant, huh
Her daddy rich, so I'm Steadman, huh
Better man [F] Gucci headband, [A] huh
She said I'm better than her ex-man
If you fuck another bitch, you a dead man
Hold on, girl, you talkin' like you pregnant
I am not your nigga, [F] I'm your best friend, [N] huh
[A] Shit, quit talkin', I just wanna know what the drip drop is, huh
I pour her a girl like real stockings
If you ain't fuckin' with me, you [Dm] can kick-rock me
[A] Never take a hat off, boy, I'm Kid Rockin'
She said I'm sorry, I don't get the type of dick bumpin'
Honey, gold diggin', hoe, we tryna pickpocket
So I'm swip-swappin', [F] got a thick jockey
[A] Little chick from the market, call her wristwatchin'
Now we at the crib and we binge-watchin'
I'm straight forward on some Chris Rush
I'm just tryna see [F] what the drip drop is, huh
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
_ _ [Dm] Hey, [A] if you want it, you can have it, that my old style
Move it through the night just like an old guy
Yo, the low profile, sip it somethin' got my piss lookin' [F] like the old high
[A] Push it till it's broke down
Somethin' like my mama when I take the bag home to her
Tryin' all this talkin' in the cone, so as if you want the beef, [F] we can put your bitches on [A] skewers
She the one I wrote the song for, and she put it on when she puttin' on the contour
_ Phone calls from the concourse, long way from home, [F] and that pussy what I known [A] for, but
For now I'm on the clock, uh, give yourself off to you right before I knock
Want some bag home, and you know it's Young Jock
We gon' set the camcorder [F] up and make it hitchcock, [A] I'm a
Big stock, uh, I can't eat it cold, so I hope this shit's hot
I can't eat the [Am] leftovers out the Ziploc
It's a mental thing for me, I can't really explain it
I [A] know we're friends, but it feel like we datin' sometimes
I feel the tension in all the conversations we have
I know the beat ain't really hot till I'm pacin' the brown, and I'm pacin' right now
Yeah, [Dm] this shit knockin', and [A] she, and she, she tryin' to give a knockin'
Oof, tryin' to show the youngin' what the tip-drop is
But see me, I'm just tryin' to see what the drip-drop is
Hit it once, she said that [F] we been talkin', [A] uh
I don't mind, I'm enjoyin' the company, and it's validatin' for me
Feel the void I've been strugglin' with
I rock a Soulja out of Troy when I'm bustin' this shit
It's an infection [F] I avoid, I been wantin' to [A] get, but I been flip-floppin'
Indecisive how I'm tryin' to get poppin'
Oof, plain cheeseburger, I don't get droppin'
Tryin' to try to show me [F] what the quick walk is
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Sa-ha, _ [Dm] yeah, _
[A] huh, drip-droppin'
Calder made this man on fixed flosses, huh
Smokey Strong came quick off it
Valentino with the Louis, [F] boy, I mix us
[A] Big bosses over here, girl, I'm Rick Rossin', huh
Big-top it with the chicks gussin'
She like my last CD, I guess she dish-jockin'
Spoken word over bass, I [F] be gridlockin'
She [A] was bad, so I had to take the bitch shoppin'
Hit the roller-snow to kill time, now we tip-tockin', huh
Hurry up before my dick sufferin'
She put her panties on, backhoes [F] got her criss-crossin', [A] huh
Send her home in some sweatpants
She vegan, so I hit her with the eggplant, huh
Her daddy rich, so I'm Steadman, huh
Better man [F] Gucci headband, [A] huh
She said I'm better than her ex-man
If you fuck another bitch, you a dead man
Hold on, girl, you talkin' like you pregnant
I am not your nigga, [F] I'm your best friend, [N] huh
[A] Shit, quit talkin', I just wanna know what the drip drop is, huh
I pour her a girl like real stockings
If you ain't fuckin' with me, you [Dm] can kick-rock me
[A] Never take a hat off, boy, I'm Kid Rockin'
She said I'm sorry, I don't get the type of dick bumpin'
Honey, gold diggin', hoe, we tryna pickpocket
So I'm swip-swappin', [F] got a thick jockey
[A] Little chick from the market, call her wristwatchin'
Now we at the crib and we binge-watchin'
I'm straight forward on some Chris Rush
I'm just tryna see [F] what the drip drop is, huh
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _