[Intro]
Hold it down for the city
For the state of Texas
Know what I'm sayin'?
Know what I'm sayin'?

[Chorus]
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
Chokin' on that doja sweet, chokin' on that doja sweet
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
The '84, the '84, the '84 Brougham on them— Sippin' on that sizzurp

[Verse 1: Killa Kyleon]
Syrup City, my swangers pokin', two cups of that Big Moe
H-Town, Robert Davis, that's the reason I like to smoke
Pimp C, Pat, and Hawk, Mello, Steve, my fallen soldiers
Butterscotch my spinal cord, pop the trunk, fifth fallin' over
3rd Ward, 5th Ward, Trinity Garden, South Park
Acres Homes, Studewood, Mo City, Hiram Clarke
Astro like Nolan Ryan, candy cars what I roll around
Rap-A-Lot, Swisher House, SUC, they hold it down
Greenspoint, Pleasantville, Sugar Land, Alief
UGK, Ghetto Boyz, I keep it trill and I stay street
Twenty ounce, so I dunk a deuce and I chuck the deuce when I'm slidin' by
Smokin' kush and I'm ridin' fours, so you can just say that I'm ridin' high
Ridin' fly on my pilot shit, first class, continental
Double cup full of sleepin' potion, sweet full of LA confidential
You call 'em hoes, but we call 'em bops
She shotgun when I crawl the lot
In that candy 'vert, but we call it drop
Let me hit my cup then let it hit the spot 'cause I'm
[Chorus]
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
Chokin' on that doja sweet, chokin' on that doja sweet
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
The '84, the '84, the '84 Brougham on them— Sippin' on that sizzurp

[Bridge: Sample & Pimp C Samples]
There's nothing like the joy you bring (Chokin' on that doja)
I wonder what would happen (Chokin' on that doja)
If you would trust in me (Chokin' on that doja)
I'd make you believe
I'd make you belie—

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Sippin' that, sippin' that sizzup, that sizzup, yeah, purple is the color
Gettin' higher than them clouds, I be that pretty motherfucker
Killa Killa, that's my brother, wait, hold up, did I stutter?
I'm young, I'm gettin' money, yeah, I'm on my Gudda Gudda
Roll a blunt up with another, put it in rotation
Tell her I been gettin' high, I'm feelin' stingy, finna face it
You lower than the basement, I'm higher than the clouds
Pour it up, pour it up, one time, H-Town
Rollin' up another one, smokin' up another one, this is how I chill
Candy paint drippin', chrome wings up on that grill
I swear I do it for real, I swear my n***as trill
And we, we, we, we poppin', we poppin' pills
'Cause Mary on that molly and bitches on that Xanny
I told her I give her purple drank to get in them panties
I be fuckin' these girls and I could fuck her mom and granny
I'm a nasty motherfucker, fuck the whole family
[Chorus]
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
Chokin' on that doja sweet, chokin' on that doja sweet
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
The '84, the '84, the '84 Brougham on them— Sippin' on that sizzurp

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Man, I'm in the Cadillac, posted
Sweets lit and I'm roasted
Sippin' brown and I'm toasted
UGK for life and I boast it
We ain't toleratin' no ho shit
No hoes, need to get ghost, shit
Got Killa K and young Rock with me, so you know we 'bout to get throwed, bitch
My car top is that rag (Rag), Levi's on, no sag (Sag)
Hoodied up for young Trayvon Martin, yeah, man, that's my swag (Swag)
I'm blowin' dro, no ag (Ag), racks on racks in my bag (Bag)
Biggest dog in this yard, so these bitches' tails gon' wag
Man, I'm draped up and my pockets paped up
Jammin' on a great tape with G's with drinks and eight cup
You know all night, we stay up (Uh)
Sleep all day, then wake up, count cake up
Sack that Harlem shake up, this trill-ass bar, no break up
I represent for PA, the original land of that trill (Trill)
You ain't down with that, then come where I'm at and I'll put these hands on your grill (Grill)
Don't give a fuck how you feel (Feel), we just grippin' that wheel (Wheel)
Wood grain on my hood, man, it's all good, man, so just chill
[Chorus]
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
Chokin' on that doja sweet, chokin' on that doja sweet
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome
Chokin' on that doja sweet, sippin' on that sizzurp
The '84, the '84, the '84 Brougham on them— Sippin' on that sizzurp

[Outro]
There's nothing like the joy you bring
I wonder what would happen
If you would trust in me
I'd make you believe
I'd make you belie—