1960
Yeah coming in
Uh
DIP FA$E
Yeah some passer by gih mistreat me like shit
Yeah, some pussy got some taste to it submit
Yo touch to my skin down in Houston
Bangin' screwston, bitch, I'm packin' bags
No tax for me, baby, may, you come sit down
Come relax with me, stacks on stacks off
Of, the pave my flow make
Them bitch-ass bitches stank
Push your back on my etta not the jetta
Kiss your lips, make my lips stained
Maxed out, drip, catch your eyes, make your bitch flip
Sides she not for you or for me
Condescending, hollow bitch brains
So commonly, so common
I can list the names down in the comments
But I ain't no snitch
Shit comin' through, what it do
Dap me up and Dap me up and celebrate
Bake nd shake, two hoes, goh wake me up
Wake and bake
making paper, push them out my way
Hoe, driving down 1960 on that highway
May seem like you don't want it, but you'll never have it
Stay down low, try to clean my habits
Dope fiend eyes looking red, I'm faded than a bitch
But it's my personal medical, synthetical shit
That make me wink eyes twitching
Throw up in the kitchen sink
I'm fucked up, out my mind
Sit down low, write mo flows down
Sitting patient, pushing pounds
Sitting talking loud, overhear me
Hearing sounds, make me bugging, so troubling
I won't take this shit, I told them don't
Think so quick, you don't know what you getting in
So go on yo separate way
Uh
DIP FA$E
Yeah some passer by gih mistreat me like shit
Yeah, some pussy got some taste to it submit
Yo touch to my skin down in Houston
Bangin' screwston, bitch, I'm packin' bags
No tax for me, baby, may, you come sit down
Come relax with me, stacks on stacks off
Of, the pave my flow make
Them bitch-ass bitches stank
Push your back on my etta not the jetta
Kiss your lips, make my lips stained
Maxed out, drip, catch your eyes, make your bitch flip
Sides she not for you or for me
Condescending, hollow bitch brains
So commonly, so common
I can list the names down in the comments
But I ain't no snitch
Shit comin' through, what it do
Dap me up and Dap me up and celebrate
Bake nd shake, two hoes, goh wake me up
Wake and bake
making paper, push them out my way
Hoe, driving down 1960 on that highway
May seem like you don't want it, but you'll never have it
Stay down low, try to clean my habits
Dope fiend eyes looking red, I'm faded than a bitch
But it's my personal medical, synthetical shit
That make me wink eyes twitching
Throw up in the kitchen sink
I'm fucked up, out my mind
Sit down low, write mo flows down
Sitting patient, pushing pounds
Sitting talking loud, overhear me
Hearing sounds, make me bugging, so troubling
I won't take this shit, I told them don't
Think so quick, you don't know what you getting in
So go on yo separate way
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Writer(s): Andrew Widener
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