No Drip, No Style

Intro

Yeah, yeah, listen up, (come, come to me)

Got a message for the curly hair G,

Think he's fly, but he's just a mess, (oh-oh)

No drip, no style, just a hot mess, (na-na)

Verse

Black curly hair dude, walking down the street,

Talking to himself, like he's on the beat,

(whispering) got his own conversation, (watching)

But nobody's listening, what a devastation,

Small meat, can't even satisfy,

Got the ladies laughing, saying "oh, what a lie",

He thinks he's got the flow, but it's just a joke,

Curly hair dude, you're a bloke, (go, go)

Chorus

Curly hair, no drip, no style,

Small meat, all the time, (all the time)

You're a mess, you're a shame,

Curly hair dude, you're to blame, (blame, blame)

Verse

He walks around, like he owns the place,

But his swag is whack, and his hair's a mess, (mess, mess)

He tries to rap, but it's just a crime,

(boom, boom, bap) his rhymes are so unprime,

He's got the confidence, of a scared little boy,

Talking to himself, like he's employed, (yeah, yeah)

But when it comes to the game, he's just a toy,

Curly hair dude, you're a joy, (to destroy)

Verse

He thinks he's got the moves, but he's just a fake,

Got the curly hair, but it's just a mistake,

(sha-sha-sha) he's shaking his head,

But his flow is dead, and his rhymes are dread,

Small meat, can't even get it in,

Got the ladies running, like he's got a sin,

He's a curly hair dude, with no flair,

Just a hot mess, with no hair to spare, (uh-huh)