Dippin

You can tell what I'm cooking without looking
I'm chefing up some death killing niggas without footprints
They stare at me in awe cause I'm doing what they couldn't
I knock em out like crushed pills in the pudding
I told my bitch quit acting like a Huxtable you sluttable
This a different world one that's filled with nothing but trouble
I made it over all the barricades they was jumpable
Blessings keep on pouring in my cup but that fucker full

I ain't tripping I just kill it then I'm dipping
I ain't tripping I just kill it then I'm dipping
I ain't tripping I just kill it then I'm dipping
I ain't tripping I just kill it then I'm

I'm not sure anymore if the top exists
The higher I climb I see the higher I can get
It ain't no rest for the weary fuck a tired bitch
Those with cold feet getting thrown in my fire pit
I love a woman who got something to lose
Not them lazy fucks that act like it ain't nothing to do
So baby hold on tight if I'm fucking with you
And work your ass off act like you got something to prove

I ain't tripping I just kill it then I'm dipping
I ain't tripping I just kill it then I'm dipping
I ain't tripping I just kill it then I'm dipping
I ain't tripping I just kill it then I'm

Tread lightly I'm a beast baby it's best not to excite me
Plus I'm so blunt I got these lames tryna light me
Unlikely nightly give these fools direction like Spike Lee
My honesty is somewhat problematic
It's cool cause I don't pay for cable bitch I want the static
I got the ball rolling everything is automatic
It ain't no more question asking I'm just gon' attack it

I ain't tripping I just kill it then I'm dipping
I ain't tripping I just kill it then I'm dipping
I ain't tripping I just kill it then I'm dipping
I ain't tripping I just kill it then I'm dipping



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Writer(s): Garry Don Jr Richardson
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