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Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh) Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh agh) Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh) Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh agh) Pull up I'm sipping and drinking I'm smoking These pussies be saving These hoes they heroic I stay toking solo With baby she know though And lately we low low I'm clean as a polo tee pressed Not impressed But the press taking photos I don't regress I progress You should know though Uppers and downers Y'all niggas on pogos I done came down That's Fat Al If you know then you know I just whoa I just get back, to the smoke I can't relax, I just won't I keep my back, to these hoes They keep on asking "You lags?" "He in BackHouse" I heard that he cash out Don't ask, bitch you know All of you had did the most Gross, So you get passed to the bro's And that's how you know if you Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh) Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh agh) Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh) Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh agh) I pull up with enough to share I learned that from my mother bear You a hoe If you offended you a hoe If you ain't sure then do the roll Look atchu I been real since the placenta dropped I'm from the mud like a cinder block yuh You thought that you was the shit it in room But you ain't thought that I was in the spot Everybody got opinions on who they think got the juice, right Go ahead and loop your lyrics in a circle And make double sure you you tie the noose tight This a lullaby goodnight Sing to you Tell me does it got a ring to ya? My homies cry cuz I'm mean to em But that ain't me I ain't mean to do it And I just Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh) Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh agh) Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh) Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh agh) Live nice talk like I might just wife Talk my game I don't play with swipes In this life I like to roll dice Flirt with risk She tell me she might Play the game for my info Natural lashes and her skin gold Weight in her purse so she grip chrome Talking my slang like the game sewed Hard to feel something these days cold Kinda like gravy the game sold Smash on my peaches like smash bros Love her so I let her stay long Do what I do when I feel like Talking yuh talk, bitch we still fight Sippin' my 40, this is life Chillin' with homies this shit tight Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh) Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh agh) Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh) Pull up I'm sippin' and drinkin' My homie's trickin' and treatin' (Agh agh)
Writer(s): Jacob Ortiz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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