Dip Lyrics

It's a turbo in the whip

I'ma pull up then I dip

Purple shit that's what I sip

I got thirty on my hip

And my cup dirty, so it's dirty on my lip

Yo' bitch wanna suck me 'til all my kids disappear

She ask where I'm from and I just tell her not from here

And this pack I smoke it's too damn loud no I can't hear

Niggas know I do the most

Pull up on a nigga block don't make no post

And my gun it's made by Glock it ain't no ghost

Remember I was just broke, now I got money so I boast

I ran up my bread, I got a loaf

Nigga try to take my bread I'll turn him to toast

I got hoes from the westside to the east coast

Nigga can't fly with the bats 'cause the lil nigga broke

Only roll Backwoods 'cause the trey five what I smoke

All the shit I do for this hoe, she only talk 'bout what I don't

Wanna talk 'bout money? I spent thirty five hundred just for a coat

My cup real muddy, I'm with a white bitch and she do coke

It's a turbo in the whip

I'ma pull up then I dip

Purple shit that's what I sip

I got thirty on my hip