Sip

Might sip on the maggy, might sip on the-

Grip on her waist now I grip on her-, hmm

Ai, ai, look

Might sip on the maggy, might sip on the rum

Grip on her waist, now I grip on her bum

Bro grippin' to but he grip on a ****

Buck into gang cah them blades get swung

Can’t fuck wid these ****, they chat an they run

No I ain’t finish, like no, I ain’t done

Bro moving weight, he moving a tun

Blades get raised, they coming like sons

And she fell in love I was having some fun

They talkin' that shit but they chat an they run

Gotta move smart can’t be moving dumb

I’m chasing the bag an' I do it for mum

I'm tryna up bread an I'm uppin' my funds

I'm chasing them figures, I’m tryna do sums

Them **** they babies they suck on they thumbs

She know I ain’t two 'cause she know I’m the one

Sip on the maggy, might sip on the rum

Grip on her waist, now I grip on her bum

Bro grippin' too, but he grip on a gun

Don’t buck into gang cah them blades get swung

Can’t fuck wid these ****, they chat an they run

No I ain’t finish, like no, I ain’t done

Bro moving weight, he moving a ton

Blades get raised coming like sons

Maybe we could jus kick back

Bill a zoot, maybe sip a few cups

Tell me, baby, what’s up? you no do all the chit-chat

Like bros on the strip tryna flip packs-

Give him the ting true say he gone flip dat

She can’t chat, man, she built like a Tic-Tac

I want guap, I’m not inner the chit-chat

Pour up my cup, watch a young boy sip dat

Pour up my cup, watch a young boy sip dat

If you lack den your fist an kick akh

Air-force creased, I ain’t talking no Dig Dat

Roll on my ones, I ain’t inner da mish mash

Chasing the bag, yeah, I’m chasing the big racks

<span begin="1:17.544" end="1:19.278">She want dick, no way could hit dat</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:19.246" end="1:19.710">(Hit dat)</span></span>

Don’t buck into bro, don’t buck into bro

Cah he stays wit' the

Might sip on the maggy, might sip on the rum

Grip on her waist, now I grip on her bum

Bro grippin' to but he grip on a ****

Don't buck into gang cah them blades get swung

Can’t fuck wid **** they chat an they run

No I ain’t finish, like, no, I ain’t done

Bro moving weight, he moving a tun

Blades get raised, coming like sons

Might sip on the maggy, might sip on the-

Grip on her waist, now I grip on her-

Bro grippin' to but he grip on a-

Don't buck into gang cah them blades get-

But they chat an they run

No I ain’t finish, like, no, I ain’t done

Bro moving weight, he moving a tun

Blades get raised, coming like sons