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I'm sippin' on that good shit, you can't afford this
Perfect aim, when I hold the Glock, I don't fuckin' miss
20 thousand on my jeans, 40 on my fuckin' wrist
All these niggas cryin' over a bitch that I fuckin' hit
If she don't get her pussy up, then I'm rapin' shit
I ain't mean to say that shit, nigga, I pour too many sips
I told brodie, "Chill, nigga," he always keep his blick
I'm always gettin' to the pape', nigga, I feel like Michael Vick
Brodie a different type of nigga, he always tryna catch a hit
I told 2hiloh, "Send another beat, I'm 'bout to talk some shit"
I'm sippin' on that good shit, you can't afford this
Perfect aim, when I hold the Glock, I don't fuckin' miss
20 thousand on my jeans, 40 on my fuckin' wrist
All these niggas cryin' over a bitch that I fuckin' hit
If she don't get her pussy up, then I'm rapin' shit
I ain't mean to say that shit, nigga, I pour too many sips
I told brodie, "Chill, nigga," he always keep his blick
I'm always gettin' to the pape', nigga, I feel like Michael Vick
Brodie a different type of nigga, he always tryna catch a hit
I told 2hiloh, "Send another beat, I'm 'bout to talk some shit"