Slow Sippin'

That pack just touched down comin straight from the west
Feel like Tyson rocked yo shit
The way that blunt hit yo chest
I move wit finesse
You boys ain't gettin no money on my block
Sellin Nics off bricks you might as well be punchin the clock
I'm on savage shit lately I been baggin BMs
And if yo bitch so loyal why she all up in my DMs
Talkin bout how I'm a Mack and shrimp in yo city
Yous a baby in the game still ain't got off the titty
You got some hoes workin the strolls
And some hoes workin the poles
You know like I know the game is to be sold not told
Now if I wrote a 16
You got get the wizzork
I'm chokin on that Doja sweet and sippin on that sizzurp

Trill workin the wheel
Got banks like uncle Phil
We been bussin off da seal
Promise this life surreal

Better be careful don't jump innat field
This shit ain't no game
We aimin to kill
The struggle & pain is one in the same
I'm from the mud I pour up my feels
See you flashing money not impressing
If I'm inna club need my section
Big set who is you testin
I lead the race you can only be second
Nike on me only time that I'm checking
Don't be a menace I'm sending a message
Ask what I'm wearing lagoona my preference no church in the wild
But I still get my blessings

Get a wood roll it up
(Get a wood and roll it up)
Grab a pop and po it up
(Grab a pop and po it up)
Get a wood and roll it up
(Get a wood and roll it up)
Grab a pop and po it up
(Grab a pop and po it up)



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Writer(s): Deante Hines
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