Vipulate

Let me skate to north side, used to vibe all day
Pour up heavy in the chevy bowlin al's the play
Big up to the homie Ray, Dr. doom pop flay
What you say? Stik, blak, G, and bangem round the way

If you know like I know
(Been a long time coming Dez, I got you)

Yeah, Blakso
Pick up my son, hit the set, then I'm riding
Make sure I drop a prayer for them demons colliding
Hold on to the ones you love like a roaring lion
They don't really like it when the righteous start sliding
Did all my time in this bangem metropolis
Riding for the city hard life can't copy this
Put crime over pity found out what them dollars did
Cooking crack in my neighborhood was disheartening
I stand as a man, corrected in my stance
Developed a better plan to get my seeds out the sand
Open up they vision to what God put within
Instead of being a product of their father's stupid sins

From the thorns to the petals is the smell any better?
Smell the shit, I'm the shit, here to mold you like Geppetto
Pinocchio's nose grows when y'all talk about dope sold
And how you make them yopper shots ring in the ghetto
You ain't got no bricks, nigga
You went from nuggets to Knicks, nigga
You ain't the same as Carmelo, my aim is like Carmelo
Get this change and stay mellow
And keep my daughter outta G-strings and stilettos
Never want for shit, whatever she want Daddy gonna get
That's why I exist in a country where I don't exist
Gotta get mine drop a 40 nigga no assist
Posted on the block, hook shot when I flick my wrist

Pass me plenty ice cubes for my cup of vodkaveli
Pour some game in ya mouth like a fuck with Akinelye
Shooting shots all year like some lakers mamba ready
Chopper steady getting at 'em like when Jason got with Freddy
Teddies couldn't bear me, holsters can't hold me
First class nigga, your coaches could never coach me
On it, sugar-free though no candy rappers
No Frito-Lay ass niggas chances surviving against us? Poquito
Muchas grandes cojones you see 'em like DPG, though
Your girl say your game too short, she call me rico you cheapo
Dog, I'm a dog, rest in peace big Nate
Eastside is where we slide when them nights got late
Let me skate to north side used to vibe all day
Pour up heavy in the chevy bowlin al's the play
Big up to the homie Ray, Dr. doom pop flay
What you say? Stik, blak, G, and bangem round the way
Rest in peace big snak fuck how they feel
To be down, you must appeal
Work hard, play hard the VIP Squad way
And couldn't nobody tell us shit when we just got paid
Yeah that's vippin'
G'd up, like my name Warren
Couldn't care less about battling, my brothers out here warring
Posted off in the cut, like they call me neosporin
Stay with some bad broads, couple black, couple foreign
Chords, keys
Sunshine, real G's
VIP Squad and the sons of Jack, in Duval
Where vippin' is life, and life is vippin'
If you pour like I pour, one cup might be enough for you
But I'm from 904, might be strong as hell but it's smooth
We so strong we might creep up on you, better read up on us
We get our Deebo on, like a repo pawn,
Duval county can't nodody do it better
Jacksonville Jag'n parties thick as ugly sweaters
Skipping school to hit the Ave, folk was waggin' like a Jetta
Rolling some natural up, smell like skunk and poinsettas
Only nigga lit up every morning, passed with flying letters
Or colors
Colors, on some Ice T
Back when him and Pac hit up Saturday Night Live
We was much too young to pay attention, but now we looking back
Our only focus? NWO and wolfpack
And now these Bills and all this student loan debt
Got us understanding Sting in a scorpion death lock
Birthing youth out of wedlock, still show 'em love 'cause I,
I know it's rough, pouring up for the taste, still vippin'

If you pour like I pour, one cup might be enough for you
But I'm from 904, might be strong as hell but it's smooth
We so strong we might creep up on you, better read up on us
We get our Deebo on, like a repo pawn,
Duval county can't nodody do it better

We get lit, if you ain't with it stay home
Catch me in the VIP, whether with the squad or bossed up riding alone
C and B dogs vibing
Too many real ones dying
Getting money in this bitch,
Pour a sip if you're riding to this
Shit crank it til your speakers blown

We so strong we might creep up on you, better read up on us
We get our Deebo on, like a repo pawn,
Duval county can't nodody do it better
Vipulators, vipulators, vipulators



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Writer(s): Joseph Scott, Sean Funchess, Tyrone Brooks
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