[Intro]
With who? The girl next door, ya know?
Sippin' on Lipton
I'm sippin' on Lipton
I had to fuck wit' yo' bitch put a six in
Make a new brain I'm missin'
Graah-graah

[Verse 1]
Shoot with da' chopper, it's stupid official
That ho efficient, breaking through brittle
Turn dat lil' n***a into a McGriddle
N***a you sweet eat these bullets like Skittles
I got a Blick and it do more than tickle
Think I won't up dis mofucka you wishful
I might hit brodie and pull up with bigs
You don't wanna get hit then don't get in the middle
Pick up the Tommy put you in a pickle
.45 cal make a n***a feel little
Watch out bitch that's my dick not a pistol
Ice cubes all in this shit looks like crystals
Boy you can't get enough of these K' Rounds
We gon' slide on your ass like a playground
Uptown pushing that dog shit way down
We beat a rap n***a ass like it's 8 Mile
If you ain't hit then yo' ass better lay down, play dead
I'm off the drugs like a bass head
Dis n***a tripped and he leaving with one leg
50 round mags stacked up like a bunk bed
N***as want clapped so I just leave 'em on read
Smoke too much loud, don't wanna hear what a bum said
I keep an automatic in the trunk bed
Young skinny n***a on me, but I pump led
[Bridge]
I'm sippin' on Lipton
Fuck wit' yo' bitch throw a six in
One up top, that's on my stick man

[Chorus]
I had a deuce in that bitch put a six in
Finna transform on these n***as like Ben 10
You need a tip, come with your glick then
He catch a tip if I'm tipping off Lipton

[Verse 2]
He think he hard he gon' leave with a FatHead
Shotty my hip make me walk like the undead
Look pissed, bro then I'ma find you off footprints
Boy, you a ham, no you ain't finna cook shit
I'm in a gang lil' n***a like good rich
Might fuck around snatch yo' chain just like hood rich
How he a match my shit bang like a porn flick
You have to go get some shit I was born with
Try me the consequence gon' be enormous
I pull up on your shit like a Mormon
I'm tryna cook me a n***a like Foreman
Pull up with .44s shooting that Foreman
Spinnin' your block, Wheel of Fortune
Totin' that Glock, I feel important
You could get hit up my n***a I'm scorchin'
Whippin' this shit up they might call me Gordon
[Chorus]
I had a deuce in that bitch put a six in
Finna transform on these n***as like Ben 10
You need a tip, come with your glick then
He catch a tip if I'm tipping off Lipton