Sippin

Written by Christo Andriopoulos Sippin' on some s*** That you can't buy From out the store Split a dutch Then roll up If I hit you Then you know I'm tryna f*** tonight Tell her pour some more Cutie with the juicy shorts Ima play her like a sport Ballin' hard home court I told her Sippin' on some s*** That you can't buy From out the store Split a dutch Then roll up If I hit you Then you know I'm tryna f*** tonight Tell her pour some more Cutie with the juicy shorts Ima play her like a sport Ballin' hard home court I been on my grind We been making hits I was writing rhymes You ain't doing shit Me, my homie Cam Sup Cam? We be f***** models Call my youngin' Dre Told em homie bring the bottles LITMOB that's the gang Legends, thats the motto Everybody doubted Now they hit me with a follow I be in the streets Everybody notice me Get money or don't eat But these h*** Still let me b*** Every evening tryna meet I get around but that don't mean That I can't settle with a freak If she smart and kinda sweet But right now just don't seem right Too much on my plate Shawty I ain't tryna hurt you So this is what i'll say Sippin' on some s*** That you can't buy From out the store Split a dutch Then roll up If I hit you Then you know I'm tryna f*** tonight Tell her pour some more Cutie with the juicy shorts Ima play her like a sport Ballin' hard home court I told her Sippin' on some s*** That you can't buy From out the store Split a dutch Then roll up If I hit you Then you know I'm tryna f*** tonight Tell her pour some more Cutie with the juicy shorts Ima play her like a sport Ballin' hard home court, SWISH LITMOB, shawty said she with the s*** It's the m*********** LITMOB, so she f***** with the clique Yeah you rockin' with the LITMOB Smoke something, take a sip Girl you know about the LITMOB It's the LITMOB Last night don't know what hit you Don't wanna be saved that ain't the issue Livin' the life you see on the screen Wanna dip out she won't let me leave Pullin' on my jeans Shawty a feen Always c*** when i'm in between Rap game fake It ain't what it seems So I back track home Back in the spring Hit you when i'm home though Take a couple photos Make a lil's** tape Nah that's a mistake I know that you don't play hard to get When i'm chasin' checks You're breaking necks Funny thing is that I ain't even trippin' If I threw a couple dollars Girl you'd probably be strippin' Pull up & hop out Young stunna like me Have a new one in a minute Sippin' on some s*** That you can't buy From out the store Split a dutch Then roll up If I hit you Then you know I'm tryna f*** tonight Tell her pour some more Cutie with the juicy shorts Ima play her like a sport Ballin' hard home court I told her Sippin' on some s*** That you can't buy From out the store Split a dutch Then roll up If I hit you Then you know I'm tryna f*** tonight Tell her pour some more Cutie with the juicy shorts Ima play her like a sport Ballin' hard home court, SWISH