Hibiscus ft. Andy Cypress Lyrics

Look bro

I got me a lil hiccup

Cop a lil stick

That shit real butters

Swear I don't need your digits

If you ain't with this

Like my brothers

I been sipping hibiscus

This shit's real bitter

But I love it

I been sipping hibiscus

This shit so bitter

But I love it

I don't wanna

Freak her

'Cause I don't know her

Y'all don't need a

Feature

If I don't know ya

All y'all in the

Bleachers

Bitch I'm the scorer

My baby know I'm

Eager

Cant wait till morning

I just picked up new steez

Cost me a few greens

But now we thumping

I got me a few shows

They paying who knows

Can't go to your function, this that

Wake up in a sweat and break they necks

Can't see me coming

I need me a big check and a deep lil neck

That's all I'm wanting

Catch me in that four door

I'ma floor it till it pop

My shit gon' knock

Rolling heavy w the squad

That's three deep on every block

I got Gs on every street

I got CDs in my car

Old soul

New steez

What y'all thought

I got me a lil hiccup

Cop a lil stick

That shit real butters

Swear I don't need your digits

If you ain't with this

Like my brothers

I been sipping hibiscus

This shit's real bitter

But I love it

I been sipping hibiscus

This shit so bitter

But I love it

I don't wanna

Freak her

'Cause I don't know her

Y'all don't need a

Feature

If I don't know ya

All y'all in the

Bleachers

Bitch I'm the scorer

My baby know I'm

Eager

Cant wait till morning

(Yea, yea)

(Aye)

We ain't living all fake divine shit

Make peace or they're peeking the violence

Take back what I said, never that

Full force with it I get my cash

And I never cash out

Motherfuck that debt shit

Bare with me real quick, I'ma spread shit

Out west like Snoop in the 90s

They all ass, where the fuck did I find these

I found this shit up in the garden

No I cannot take no pardons

Kept my steez throughout the shift

Now, we too complex

No apartment

And the soul clean

Better hypnotize

Big stepper gon' intensify

If you late to it, that's your fault

Got a tape coming, sitting in the vault

I got me a lil hiccup

Cop a lil stick

That shit real butters

Swear I don't need your digits

If you ain't with this

Like my brothers

I been sipping hibiscus

This shit's real bitter

But I love it

I been sipping hibiscus

This shit so bitter

But I love it

I don't wanna

Freak her

'Cause I don't know her

Y'all don't need a

Feature

If I don't know ya

All y'all in the

Bleachers

Bitch I'm the scorer

My baby know I'm

Eager

Cant wait till morning