back sippin

Woah, woah
Woah
Woah, woah

Yeah, took a couple days off now I'm back sippin'
Took a couple years off, now I'm back trippin'
Took the training wheels off now I'm poppin' wheelies
Gotta dust the old swag, all the niggas bit it
Walkin' inside Balenciaga, spend the whole ticket
My neck and wrist cost the whole ticket, but my clothes vintage
I shine brighter than lights, huh, huh, I'm goin' strobe, nigga
Switch up my hoes, nigga, switch out my old bitches
I'm smokin' Undertaker dope, that means it's strong, nigga
And I spend a couple thousand every month, on some cologne, nigga
I gotta change my phone number up 'cause I don't even know niggas
I might need to pour another cup, I don't think I'm gon' feel it
No, you cannot break my heart, bitch, I ain't got no feelings

Yeah, my Sprite so dirty, huh, like a four-wheeler
Shawty want Saint Laurent, she don't want a broke nigga
I been spendin' niggas whole life for my coat, nigga
Tennis chain so damn tight, make it choke, nigga
And my swag so damn tight, it ain't no room for ya'
Yeah, she bad I'ma change my schedule, make some room for her

Took a couple days off now I'm back sippin'
Took a couple years off, now I'm back trippin'
Took the training wheels off now I'm poppin' wheelies
Gotta dust the old swag, all the niggas bit it
Walkin' inside Balenciaga, spend the whole ticket
My neck and wrist cost the whole ticket, but my clothes vintage
I shine brighter than lights, huh, huh, I'm goin' strobe, nigga
Switch up my hoes, nigga, switch out my old bitches
I'm smokin' Undertaker dope, that means it's strong, nigga
And I spend a couple thousand every month, on some cologne, nigga
I gotta change my phone number up 'cause I don't even know niggas
I might need to pour another cup, I don't think I'm gon' feel it
No, you cannot break my heart, bitch, I ain't got no feelings



Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Sandimanie Iii, Corey Kerr, Carter Bryson, Thomas William Ross
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