Raw Sippa – Baby Smoove

(Ugh! Fuck)
(Lemme hit that shit)
(Went from a hunnid thou’ to a mil’ ticket, dark cup sippin’)

I’m dark cup sippin’
I went from a hunnid thou’ to a mil’ ticket
I met her in the bus, I was starin’ at her titties
You ain’t even got no shoes, how he think he runnin’ with me?
Send her OT to go shopping, I don’t gotta go
Bitch irritating me, so I ain’t dealin’ with my other hoes
Cemetery in my pocket, came from bags and I was pullin’ phones
I been having this, makin’ bitches wanna sell they soul
She gon’ say she fucked five niggas, but it’s twenty more
I don’t believe shit no hoe sayin’, I just go alone
Up them niggas out there on the road, being safe, going through these stores
Go be loyal to this money, don’t be loyal to these hoes
Spent this last on that jewelry, know that nigga money froze
I’ll fuck with you on the price, if you grab a bigger load
We ain’t flamin’ for no reason, eating steak with the bros
I can take yo shoes off, or I can put them bitches on

Imma, clean raw sippa
A nigga drinking hit, I don’t think he know the difference
Got a fresh pack of virgins, Imma crack ’em while I sip ’em
Boy you needa tie ’em up, you can’t run, you be trippin’
She love the way I talk, ’cause fourth quarter when I’m in it

We don’t sign to a nigga that act gay all in they feelings
Richer than them niggas not, and they soft, so I ain’t trippin’
I can’t wait to see a nigga act gang, go and strip ’em
I park in the handicap ’cause everybody know I’m here
20 sticks in the car, like T.I. but I ain’t Tip
Imma make ’em do they job, get behind me, Imma send it
Bum crumb niggas droppin’ videos, nobody listen
I got thirty thousand on me, I’m just ridin’ ’round chillin’
White rose on this Audemar, my Cuban’s worth fifty
Niggas wake up going bar for bar, but Imma stick to sippin’
You can see me in the dark when VVS’s get to trippin’

Imma, clean raw sippa
A nigga drinking hit, I don’t think he know the difference
Got a fresh pack of virgins, Imma crack ’em while I sip ’em
You needa tie your shoes up, you can’t run, you be slippin’
She love the way I talk, ’cause fourth quarter when I’m in it
My name really good, I get whatever on commission
I can buy my own load, I don’t need a nigga blessing
I’m a eight digit nigga, I ain’t sittin’ around texting