Go, sippin' on juice, already sippin' by the 2x2

Come off the bench, bitch, shoot like Lou

Throw it inside, let the cutter let loose

Go, sippin' on juice, already sippin' by the 2x2

Come off the bench, bitch, shoot like Lou

Throw it inside, let the cutter let loose

Four in the Brisk, y'all sip Goose

Suicide top, leave the roof off the Coupe

I got a pack of this stuff, and buddy gon' touch

He finna jump out the room

That fake shit wack, get cut off

Drac with an AK, shit got cut off

You ain't got racks, bitch, shut up

Take one call, get your pussy ass knocked out

I got your main bitch knocked up

Military grade with the shit, put a missile on the blick

I could get your ass fucked up

Heard you gon' slide, but your mother didn't die

That's good, lil' bro, you done lucked out

It's real sad that it take one guy to run through your whole damn trap house

With that fake ass chrome in your heart

That shit ain't be real, lil' boy, whip them racks out

I just bought a new Ghost finna crash out

I just bought a new blick finna lash out

And his goofy ass stay doin' stand up

Yeah, I come out the trap when the scanner's on him

If that boy want a lack, put the blame all on him

Should we cut off his limbs? We dismantling him

If I don't wanna shoot, my boy handling him

I'ma bust out a three and get hit in his rim

I'm way past talking, I'm offing a bitch

We catching a moth and we auctioning stick

Keep eating these bullets, he fat as a bitch

Got me sipping on juice, at the red light

Finna hop out at the stop sign, go

Tryna find his ass, it's about time

Like, no, I'm not you, I'm 'bout mine

I done spin around 'bout four times

Get your goofy ass robbed, that's whole time

Heard you was bringing my name in the trap

Boy, you lucky that I don't blow mine

Go, sippin' on juice, already sippin' by the 2x2

Come off the bench, bitch, shoot like Lou

Throw it inside, let the cutter let loose

Four in the Brisk, y'all sip Goose

Suicide top, leave the roof off the Coupe

I got a pack of this stuff, and buddy gon' touch

He finna jump out the room

That fake shit wack, get cut off

Drac with an AK, shit got cut off

You ain't got racks, bitch, shut up

Take one call, get your pussy ass knocked out

I got your main bitch knocked up

Military grade with the shit, put a missile on the blick

I could get your ass fucked up

Heard you gon' slide, but your mother didn't die

That's good, lil' bro, you done lucked out

Go, sippin' on juice, already sippin' by the 2x2

Come off the bench, bitch, shoot like Lou

Throw it inside, let the cutter let loose

Four in the Brisk, y'all sip Goose

Suicide top, leave the roof off the Coupe

I got a pack of this stuff, and buddy gon' touch

He finna jump out the room