Dip Lyrics

Transitions on my lens, I smoke 8ths and sip 5ths

Put my hand on her hip when I dip she dip we, dip

She wanna fuck KB she gotta pay my rent

I remember I was fucked up I was working at the Temps

Before I clocked in I knew that this shit just wasn't it

Now I feel like a toddler cus I got my own crib

On the boat I threw my roach up in the lake now it's a shrimp

She put me up in her ears and then she put on her lips

I put her in the friendzone told her put me on her friends

In the gym with Eli KB be dropping gems

I'm trying to make some money fuck trying to make amends

Run it up on my money phone nigga this a Sprint

Cartier on my glasses wouldn't give yo bitch a glimpse

It's exotic in this jar I wouldn't give a nigga a whiff

Transitions on my Carties

Play my music in the party

Bro eat perkys like they smarties

I show up I might be tardy

Granddaddy purp I stay with this shit just like I'm morty

Trying to stack this money tall with my lil shorty

Shit getting convenient I make grease and then I store it

I'm not reading a book but a nigga up some stories

On the stage cameramen chase me around like it's Maury

And I stay in the mall(Mal) like I'm Rory.

I smoke 8ths and sip 5ths

I put my hand on her hip when I dip, She gone dip and then we dip

and then we, dip