Sprite Lyrics

Oh, mm-hmm, we gettin' groovy

This kskii with a Z, hmm

Got the limpton fucked around , I pour in a Sprite these hollow tips inside the clip, boy, why you playin' with your life

Bubblegum kush, cookie cream, we gettin' high as a kite

Fucked around, hit a bitch from the back, but she not my type

Gave her what she tried to ride up on her dick like a bike, hmm

But this dumb bitch tried to peddle

You niggas out here smokin' dead carts and it tastes like metal

This chop, pop, when it kick, you can call it Kettle

Smokin' woods back to back to back, I think I had several

Boy, why you sippin' on that shit, man, that shit terrible

Nineteen kickin' black belts, man, this shit is bearable

I put the flash to his face and I put some hair on him

I'm trippin', out here gettin' money like a bill collector

The bape T off the off-white so I can feel the weather

He chargin' 50 for an 8th I had to smack the cellar

Flash the flash on two cars so they can clash together

All these hoes wanna see me, but I tell them never

Bitch, I'm out here makin' money

My dukes can't always feed me, I be gettin' hungry

Cock the clip back on his face like we snapped a bungee

My lil' yeah think I'm sweet, that's why she call me honey

Slide, if I miss another shot, boy, you gettin' lucky

We swingin' sticks in the air like we play lacrosse

My Ted Teddy bear get bitches, but he can't talk

The chopper chopped him in his leg, now he can't walk

Leave the seen before 12 come, but we left the chalk

I don't use Google Chrome, but I be havin' logs

I don't talk about the shit you break down to try to stuff in

And T walkin' in the door, he got the runts in this green bean got a mic kickin' at one spin

One time I saw the hoes sippin' side the lunch bin

I couldn't be a damn barbie, be the smack can

Hmph, it'z kskii wit a z

But don't forget the Z

I'm out

All hall collect mafia