Dipset
Hey turn the beat up
Turn the beat up
Yeah, right there (ooh)
Look
Listening to Jim Jones
You know I'm talking about the Dip'
Not the man that forgot to pair some Kool-Aid with some Chips
See my bitch, waist finer than 24 inch hips
I keep a 24 inch clip if you try to invade my crib (now boy you trippin')
The acid's setting and I'm feeling way different
Listening to Baby while I'm sitting in bed with two women
I need to kick 'em out 'cuz I got two more that I'm bringing (wait)
And the car that I'm whipping clean like the fit that I'm dripping
I'm making moves like Medusa, catch one look
You'll be tombstoned, I've got no need for the shooters
I'll leave you braindead like my hoodie
Graffiti spelling R.I.P no B 'cuz I don't fuck with bookings
But I can read you like a book I know you're pussy, damn
No existe un momento del día
A mí
There doesn't exist a moment in the day where I'm not creating
Beat here, bar there, bar none, my shit is not fair
For anybody that try to come against me
You're gonna go broke thinking you can attempt the
Level I'm at, you're digging your own grave with no shovel
I'm trying to crawl to the top
I'm busting through like Beatrix Kiddo with a karate chop
Beats making the party bop (bop bop bop bop)
But I prefer the sessions where it's just like me and only 3
Making so many cookies that I don't even know where I be
I call the production Cookies 'cuz he be bringing the heat
Hit me like AVB, one hit like an AWP
Questioning my life, I can't even recite my ABC's
Turn the beat up
Yeah, right there (ooh)
Look
Listening to Jim Jones
You know I'm talking about the Dip'
Not the man that forgot to pair some Kool-Aid with some Chips
See my bitch, waist finer than 24 inch hips
I keep a 24 inch clip if you try to invade my crib (now boy you trippin')
The acid's setting and I'm feeling way different
Listening to Baby while I'm sitting in bed with two women
I need to kick 'em out 'cuz I got two more that I'm bringing (wait)
And the car that I'm whipping clean like the fit that I'm dripping
I'm making moves like Medusa, catch one look
You'll be tombstoned, I've got no need for the shooters
I'll leave you braindead like my hoodie
Graffiti spelling R.I.P no B 'cuz I don't fuck with bookings
But I can read you like a book I know you're pussy, damn
No existe un momento del día
A mí
There doesn't exist a moment in the day where I'm not creating
Beat here, bar there, bar none, my shit is not fair
For anybody that try to come against me
You're gonna go broke thinking you can attempt the
Level I'm at, you're digging your own grave with no shovel
I'm trying to crawl to the top
I'm busting through like Beatrix Kiddo with a karate chop
Beats making the party bop (bop bop bop bop)
But I prefer the sessions where it's just like me and only 3
Making so many cookies that I don't even know where I be
I call the production Cookies 'cuz he be bringing the heat
Hit me like AVB, one hit like an AWP
Questioning my life, I can't even recite my ABC's
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Damergi
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