Sip slow while your main bitch tip-toe
Shit cold, niggas wanna see your blood
and they be yo' kinfolk
Let it ride, baby, never ever touch the Evoque
I'm in mode, I'm in that shit
My bitch bad but she still do her lashes
You talk sweet but you're slow like molasses
That's what my grandma said
I used to call her every day, but now my grandma dead
R. I. P. to ya, we was beatin' pots
now I'm with the beat cookers
Fuck the beats, you will really get beat, nigga
Only thing I hate worse than a leech, nigga
Is a lil' nigga that I gotta teach, nigga
I'm with ya 'til the wheels fall
Top me up until you lockjaw
Pop two Percs and then I'm noddin' off (Haha, haha)
I wake up and told thе bitch to go
And she plastic
But her ass still stretch likе elastic
Should we take these drugs what I'm askin'?
She like, "Shame on you"
"If we ever rob a bank, I'll put the blame on you"
If I ever get a M, I'll put the gang on, too
Come catch a wave, you will never have a stain on you
And my pockets real fat, call 'em Faizon Love
He talkin' to the red and blue, he with the crayon club
And you can't forget me
I was sippin' out the bottle when you met me
Cold foam rising to the top
Hold on, I can't take it no more, come here (Fuck)
Rolling down that street, and I can't even see
And I can't even think
Think I been needing all your love
Think I seen this once before
Rolling down that street, and I can't even see
And I can't even think
Think I been needing all your love
Think I seen this once before