[Intro]
Screwed Up Click shit, n***a (Sippin')
Real Killa Klan shit, n***a
Rother Klandross

[Chorus]
Sippin' with no ice
This bottle's mine, y'all boys can't sip with me
I got dumb money on me
And if I go to jail, I got bond money on me
This shit is so nice
Damn right, I'm drunk as fuck, not just tipsy
I got dumb money on me
And if I go to jail, I got bond money on me

[Verse]
Uh, don't want no head out the ho (Head out the), just want my bread out the ho (Bread out the ho)
Make sure it's what it's supposed to be and head out the door (Uh)
Just tryna go everywhere Pimpin' Ken said I could go (Said I could go)
Got this cannabis card and all these meds I could blow (Haha)
If they ain't smokin' what I'm smokin', they ain't gettin' high (High)
So strong, I thought I was standin' up, I was sittin' down (Down)
Gotta bе careful when I'm inhalin' 'cause this a lot (It's a lot)
Bitch, I'm a mason, I'm waitin' for whеn the bricks arrive
'Bout one-point-one million to brush my teeth here
Always on the go, though, so I barely even sleep here
Rifles the size of Shaquille O'Neal is what I keep here
Ten-thousand-dollar tables and shit, but don't even eat here (Haha)
Lamb-and-lobster type of n***a, I don't fuck with burgers
My conversation is for bosses, I don't fuck with workers
You ain't talkin' 'bout a bag, then don't say nothin' further
Somethin' disrespect One Deep, we havin' somethin' murdered
Fuck that old soft-ass n***a, ho, you need somethin' firmer
If you can't buy her a Benz truck, then you don't deserve her
I'm like the mayor of Houston, but not Sylvester Turner
I'm still a street n***a, got an ounce of crack on the burner (In the trap)
I got a bag of havin'-fun money on me (Fun money on me)
And if I'm apprehended, I got bond money on me (Bond money on me)
My bank account stupid, it take dumb money only (Dumb money only)
I'm actin' like a ho, you can't get nothin' from me, homie (Wow)
Owe me, better pay me like where are those ends? (Are those ends)
I uppercut the shit outta you like a Charlo twin
I own it, holler at me when your car note end (Car note end)
This is One Deep Entertainment, so there are no friends
Run up and keep punchin' until there are no chins (Are no chins)
I know they say they solid, but them boys gon' bend (Boys gon' bend)
Two-fifty on the dash, that's what that boy Ro in
Go to Mike D for a Frenchie if you boys gon' spend
Twenty, t-twenty-five keys, but don't need twenty-five runners
Killa Klan an army, hundred and twenty-five gunners (Twenty-five gunners)
Pull up in eight Maybachs or twenty-five Hummers (Hey)
Shout out to Don Ke, 'cause it been twenty-five summers
Every time I drop, Empire send me my commas (Send me my commas)
I'd give it all back if God'll give me my mama
Just don't give me a reason to empty my llama (Rrah)
Never beefin' with him, but he just get in my drama (Okay)
I don't follow his page, I don't even know his songs
So if he diss me, I don't even know what's goin' on
I don't care about it or what album it's goin' on
I don't need no assistance, I'ma deal with this ho alone
I been chillin', but I'm about to show my other hand
Don't matter if they in Houston or in the motherland
They wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout another man
I wake up in the mornin' thinkin' another hundred grand
[Chorus]
Sippin' with no ice
This bottle's mine, y'all boys can't sip with me (No, y'all can't)
I got dumb money on me (Wow)
And if I go to jail, I got bond money on me
This shit is so nice (Haha)
Damn right, I'm drunk as fuck, not just tipsy (Vandross)
I got dumb money on me ('Round here)
And if I go to jail, I got bond money on me (Uh)