Young Kee - Dip From the Jakes Lyrics

We dip, from the Jake's bitch, it's that adventure time
N we kicking shit in new kicks, but this aint finish line
We dip, from the Jake's bitch, it's that adventure time
N we kicking shit in new kicks, but this aint finish line
I been running round the town, shoota fit I drip or drown
They gon hear that fa fa, yea they dippin now
Hella money, All blues, like I'm crippin now
Hella bummy, yall choose, Yall crew, Slipping now
If you slipping now, Then yall best get to dippin out
Or the fifty round, gon kick you out
Leave you goosebumps, You nippin now
Leave you goosebumps, Like Travis,
I been living lavish , n I move wit a bad bitch
N that bad bitch, She come wit a good one
You best not come round me, if you can't make that hood run
Make that hood run, its doin back flips
You best take some notes, I take a pound n make that pack flip
Get the pack for free, n then I throw it That's a shaq brick
Get the pack from me n then you smoke it in yo jacket
You smoke it in yo jacket, paper, Ima stack it
I been splitting woods, said I'm movin like a hatchet
Jackin like a rabbit, Tax ain't in my bracket
My lil bad bitch, Know she Coming with an accent
Come with an accent, kinda like a paint wall
These bullets real, I'm Not shootin on no paint ball
We gon spray yall, we gon paint yall
Kee tapped in wit q like the mother f*ckin 8 ball
(Aye you hear that)
Hear them sirens, leave the Jake's back
This one for my brother, he locked up, I need that payback
Flippin all these packs, I feel like Walter, ima break bad
N my bitch all natural, yo's got makeup, Yea she fake bad
Yea she fake bad, if she got makeup
Mine could be the driver n she still gon take the Jake's up
Bitch it's fallin season, all my team gon raise the rakes up
All that sleepin Kee, come in yo dreams make em wake up
Wake up, no snooze bitch
Comin wit two uzis, bitch im tomin on some cruise shit
Had to change the beat, to catch me flowing on some new shit
I been doin me n yo bitch too, she off the you shit
I see You all on the blue shit you need some clues shit
Well we just gotta letter, it's a k, n it shoot thru shit
Hear them sirens, leave the Jake's back
This one for my brother, he locked up, I need that payback
Flippin hella packs, I feel like Walter, ima break bad
N my bitch all natural, yo's got makeup, Yea she fake bad
(Aye you hear that)