Lyrics

Hop in this ride and we gon' teach you how to bip
Lacking in this Civic give no fucks about a tint
See us on they block I bet the opps ain't doing shit
If you ain't put in for this blunt I'm sorry Brodie you can't hit
"Splat"
That's who I do it for
Four deep in this ride tryna bend a block then bend a couple more
My brother booked for GTA gon' run it till he home
I'm tryna leave the trenches then go post up with a foreign jawn
Aye how you coming?
Tae behind the wheel I got the aux now this shit bumping
Mr Dog A Bitch I can't go out like Travis Hunter
Just be posted on the block the police think we up to something
In a smoke shop with fake ID I'm something like McLovin
I like to get fried
High as fuck that's how I'm finna spend my whole life
I'm tryna smoke a blunt with Snoop before a **** die
Hotbox the whip then we gon' bip
If you don't know how to bip then you should hop up in this ride
Hop in this ride and we gon' teach you how to bip
Lacking in this Civic give no fucks about a tint
See us on they block I bet the opps ain't doing shit
If you ain't put in for this blunt I'm sorry Brodie you can't hit
Turn 1 to 2 to 3 I know how to flip
Popping out in Louis V I know how to drip
See the license flee the scene I know how to dip
Park the whip and wipe it clean I know to bip
10 years later I'm still gunnin' on who runnin' shit
No limit the squad fuck **** get hit with a hunnid clip
Rollie on my arm I dropped 300 on my charm
Pulling up in double R's ain't ducking nothing but the government
Rose from from the mud and ran it up it wasn't easy
Real gangster I say Imma kill a **** then believe me
Bullets come in 3D put a hollow in a GD
How the fuck I was just bippin' ended up on TV yea
Hop in this ride and we gon' teach you how to bip
Lacking in this Civic give no fucks about a tint
See us on they block I bet the opps ain't doing shit
If you ain't put in for this blunt I'm sorry Brodie you can't hit
**** I be quick to hop out blick
Man this shit easy take a seat and let me teach you how to bip
First off go get a gun like a drizzy or a switch
Go get a hot car and some gloves and spin until you catch a vic
When you spot him swing yo door and chase the **** 'til he trip
Put that bitch up to his face and make that **** eat the clip
Get to the crib and check the net I bet they on there saying RIP
Almost forgot when you done with it make sure you burn the whip
Say some shit that we don't like and we gon' take it there
He got hit up with the drac so the hospital he ain't make it there
Go check up on his ride I heard they left that **** face in there
That **** died at Popeyes man I know his homies hate it there
Hop in this ride and we gon' teach you how to bip
Lacking in this Civic give no fucks about a tint
See us on they block I bet the opps ain't doing shit
If you ain't put in for this blunt I'm sorry Brodie you can't hit
"Splat"
That's who I do it for
Written by: Daniel L Togba, Davon D Meeks, Herbert R Wright
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