SIPPIN STUPID

Lyrics: In the back of that car sippin stupid In the back of that car gripping uzi Im off of this bitch imma lose it Got ya man layin down like he lugin Please tell ya friend Man He play wit life he gon lose it Please tell ya gran Yea Even if she old shit go through her Play wit my fam we gon do him Indian said bullets gon fook him Nigga said copper caps gon cook him This k got a nigga foolin These Ks got a nigga jewelry Three Ks nigga feeling spooky Three Ks shit on him dookie Ak make anywhere a movie We got the shots if you want proof pussy Too bad shots only left at one scene Two bad shots left from that boy beam Bout time i make an enemy Bout time i make a lotta cheese Bout time i gotta it had to bleed Bout time when i reach underneath He reached the ground with his bloody knees Boy stained the ground wit his bloody screams Boy sparked him down wit that bloody beam While i barked him down wit that Christmas green Like fuck it walk him down like billie jean Fuck anyone cause i cant tell they teams Yea oh shit flow switch Post that now next post get shit on Post that now next post you get spinned on Lil bitch get pissed on Post around my boys got glick on em Post about yo block wit ya bitch on us Mad but he scared of us So scared he forgot to duck My nigga wild, cant guess what he thinkin We in n out, that house like we eatin We in n out, of yo bitch how you feelin now Wit me no doubt, no talk in tht bih we throwin cloud No talk in tht bih wit this 4 pound 4 pound in his face what he want now 4 my niggas in his face what now 8 glocks in this place better cut out Shots let out better run out Or you better get down Son These cap go around Sum to ya leg and ya scalp Dum dum Imma pull tht bitch out and thump thump