Sippin' ft. J Faith, Dem Dalla$, Sam E & Zaniac Lyrics

Sipping on the Rémy and I'm sipping on the Henny

Getting fucked up with the homies and we pulling up to Denny's

We just trying to make a penny

Take her panties in the coupe

Always rolling in a group

Yeah you know I always swoop

Pull up on Granola and you know we hop up in the booth

Yeah you know I'm handsome

Yeah you know I'm cute

Yeah I'm 'bout my money

Yeah I got my loot

Looking at some lasers

Just to watch over my paper

Yeah I got a fresh fade I'm already tapered

Icy with the polo jacket probably irrelevant

Old girl had some bad brain she ain't that intelligent

Five bitches in a coupe

Fifteen in a limousine

Fourteen seater everybody down for anything

Down for anything, oops I mean Hennything

I'm about my money but you niggas moving funny

Keep a close circle 'cause you niggas really dummy

Always stay strapped 'cause I'm always in my bag

In the studio don't know how to act

Trying to build my future

Trying to get that hundred-k

Smoking spliffs on a Summer day

Colorado where I stay

Riding around the city and I'm dirty in my new whip

Check my passenger, you going to notice that's a new bitch

You ain't never seen her

She mean like Regina

Bruja like Sabrina

Pussy cyclone like Katrina

Go dumb, motherfucker before I put you on a t-shirt

Shit ain't sweet I still serve it like a dessert

All I ever need a fucking beat with some reverb

All I fucking got is my homies and an ego

Smoking on this reefer

Light liquor burning my chest like I just drank some ether

Bitch eat my wood like a fucking beaver

All my jewelry iced out, need a fucking freezer

Cold hearted, I'm a different creature

Just talking on the beat, y'all the choir, I'm the preacher

Always getting stronger, never getting weaker

Run this shit, just got some new vintage sneakers

This the shit y'all going to be playing through your speakers

Ain't heard of us do some fucking research

These similes instilled in me

Ain't none these killers grilling me

Desperate rappers stealing beats

'Cause they hit hard like gorilla beef

Hard feelings if you ain't for real, my g

Lord willing I got everything in my artillery

My chain still swinging

My hoes still banging

5 percent tint out the sunroof hanging

Granola the one who made it

Granola the one who okay'd it

Shawty sucked me off that don't mean that we be dating