How To Bip

Hop in this ride and we gon' teach you how to bip (teach you how to bip) Lackin' in that civic, give no fucks about attempts (fucks about attempts) See us on they block, I bet the opps ain't doin' shit (opps ain't doin' nothin') If you ain't put in for this blunt, I'm sorry, bro, then you can't hit (splat!) That's who I do it for (that's who I do it for) Four deep in this racks, I'll bend a block, then bend a couple more(that's cool) My brother booked for GTA, but winnin' 'til he home(until he home) I'm tryna leave the trenches, then go post up with a foreign jawn Ay, how you comin'? Tay behind the wheel, I got the aux, now this shit bumpin' (yeah) Mr. Dub a Bitch, I can't go out like Travis Hunter (like Travis Hunter) Posted on the block, the police think we up to somеthin' In the smoke shop with fake ID, I'm somеthin' like McLovin I like to get fried (get fried) High as fuck, that's how I'm finna stay my whole life(whole life) I'm tryna smoke a blunt with Snoop before a nigga die ('fore I trip) Hotbox the whip, then we gon' bip If you don't know how to bip, then you shouldn't hop up in this ride Hop in this ride and we gon' teach you how to bip (teach you how to bip) Lackin' in that civic, give no fucks about attempts (fucks about attempts) See us on they block, I bet the opps ain't doin' shit (opps ain't doin' nothin') If you ain't put in for this blunt, I'm sorry, bro, then you can't hit I got the news they brother checked, so guess who I be rollin' up (Guess who I be rollin' up) I mixed the opp up with the eighth Now that shit fuckin' with my chest (That shit fuckin' with my chest) Please stay out the way 'cause even heroes gettin' put to rest They said, "You sound like Polo G," I'm sorry, this the way I rap, uh Four deep in this civic, bippin' like a big body (like a big body) I just started rappin', before this shit, the gang was robbin' Know a bitch who tried to run, we hit that cut and still got 'em (Know a bitch who tried to run, we hit that cut and still got 'em) Showed the hoe some shit she'd never seen, I haul her ass to lunch I know you fuckin' with the kid, but I found love in hella drugs(in hella drugs) I'm tryna roll the fat, I check the pack, I only got enough (got enough) Mama hit my jack like, "What you on?" I'm bippin' with my thugs (with my thugs) Hop in this ride and we gon' teach you how to bip (teach you how to bip) Lackin' in that civic, give no fucks about attempts (fucks about attempts) See us on they block, I bet the opps ain't doin' shit (opps ain't doin' nothin') If you ain't put in for this blunt, I'm sorry, bro, then you can't hit (splat!) That's who I do it for