I'm sippin 1942. Like the tip on da door dash
I been runnin thru, it's the drip, Make yo hoe smash
Ice gone turn yo neck green, that's why they call you hulk smash
I be where the check be, You be where the smoke at
And yo bitch not really loyal, that's why she let yo bro smash
Said she f*ck on Steve, Best believe, That ain't no Nash
Now you wanna leave, how you grieve, Let the low pass
Let the low pass, let the high be
On the highway, hunnid from the police, cut the high beams
Yea That's where I be, take em on a high speed
Skirtin in a white tee, shoot em like he spike lee
Said I Shoot em like a movie, Bumping yo lil head to my music cause it groovy
Heard that you bout trappin, Ain't no action, In the juevie
Keep on all that yappin, till we slap em in the loose leaf
Slap him like a throwback
How the f*ck, You still ain't get the picture, Hol up, Kodak
How the f*ck my titties on my pistol, match yo hoe ass
Why the f*ck you asking what we on, When you ain't on that
Why yo bitch gon try to hit my phone, When you run this song back
I know that it's the liquor in my system, Make me talk back
Smoke you gon draw back, It's gon make you fall back
Sippin 1942, Like the tip on da door dash
I been runnin thru, it's the drip, Make yo hoe smash
Ice gone turn yo neck green, that's why they call you hulk smash
I be where the check be, You be where the smoke at
I be on the next beat, Ima bring the Flow back
And that bitch gon try to text me, But I never wrote back
I Never wrote back bitch don't try to text me
I'm doin good, ion even want yo bestie
I don't want yo best friend, or yo sister or yo cousin
All these bitches hoin, I ain't going, Ain't no lovin
They can't even feel love, Said it's sealed up
Bitch my cup be filled up, wit all the real stuff
Ice gon make it chill up, run a mill up, pay the bills now
Twinnin shi like philip, please forgive us, in the hills now
Cause Bitch I got deals now, that's for some years now
You be poppin pills now, Then ima peel out
That ice gon turn yo neck green, you need to chill out
Yo shawty tryna text me, you gotta heal now
You gotta heal now, cause yo lil heart is broken
I got the deal now, cause gas is what he smokin
Sippin 1942, Like the tip on da door dash
I been runnin thru, it's the drip, Make yo hoe smash
Ice gone turn yo neck green, that's why they call you hulk smash
I be where the check be, You be where the smoke at
You be where the smoke at
You be where the dope at
Bitch I whip on a Camaro
Yo lil bitch ass drive a volks wag