[Chorus: Project Pat]
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping, sipping
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sipping
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip

[Verse 1]
Guess who it is back up in this bitch
The kid White Noise about to scramble this shit
Pour up a cup, take another sip
Roll up a blunt, take another hit
I'm a grown-up feeding bitches my kids
Phone blowing up, bitches want my Rick
Tell the homies hold up, feeling kind of sick
About to throw up and do the shit again
Fingers sticky, females with me
Stinger clean or is it filthy?
I'm still sipping, head is spinning
Been fucked up for a whole damn century
People staring, I'm not caring
I got a date with a cemetery
I got a date with the grim reaper
See if he'll sell me some reefer
I know it ain't any cheaper so I sell to him my soul
For the price of my soul he gave me an everlasting bowl
When I died I bought a bag, me and Grim are doing dabs
We are now real good buds, taking lives and smoking bud
Oh shit I'm back alive, I guess that means we alright
Always high when I arrive even if I fucking die
My weeds Harry like a wizard
I'm with Mary, green like lizard
Lean is colder than a blizzard
Me and the homies sipping sizzurp
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping, sip, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip

[Verse 2]
Moving slow as the words in my first verse
Now I'm bringing flow, only make your thirst worse
Mixing up the medicine, getting it stirred up
Had to buy some waffles to go with my syrup
Not sure if there's a party in my basement
Or if it's just the homies hanging
Whatever I'm drinking, can hardly taste it
Already wasted don't need to chase it
The shit I'm on think somebody laced it
Hit like a grand slam, mind in outer space man
Eyes are closed but my mind is always open
Right now feel like somebody stole it
Codeine mixed with Jolly Ranchers
Spend my days in the trees like a camper
Sipping on Sprite dirtier than a hamper
Can't touch me cuz this MC's hammered
Sipping on lean, making me lean
So I had to top it off with some green
Trees so hot it'll melt steel beams
Smoking more gas than a can of beans
Where is Dway? I know he's blazed
Been smoking all fucking day
Where is the homie Cookies or Kodiak?
Talking to a bitch about her zodiac
Where is Butters? Where is Dank Nuggz?
Getting drunk until we're bankrupt
I'm not moving after those doobies
But in my brain I am groovy
Head is bigger than Stewie but these bitches wanna dance
But this shits got me in a trance
Body full of running ants
Guess that's why they call me White Noise
Getting fucked up got me feeling right boy
Woo!