
Neva Sip Act Rich Amiri (Ft. heygwuapo)
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[Intro: Rich Amiri]
Pourin' up Wock' by the liter, I never sip Act'
Gas to the green like it's Easter, I'm countin' big racks
Jugg him, he can't get his shit back
I made a hundred and flipped that
Eatin' the beat like a Big Mac
Mad for no reason, I keep a stick strapped
Talk to my shooter—
Talk to my shooter—
Talk to my shooter—
Talk—, yeah, tight
[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
Pourin' up Wock' by the liter, I never sip Act'
Gas to the green like it's Easter, I'm countin' big racks
Jugg him, he can't get his shit back
I made a hundred and flipped that
Eatin' the beat like a Big Mac
Mad for no reason, I keep a stick strapped
I wanna fuck with lil' baby, she wanna come to my home and take off her clothes
Pullin' up in a Mercedes, it got them suicide doors, I'm doin' the most
I think my shooter, he crazy, that nigga ready to blow, he ready to go
Ready to aim at his nose, ready for smoke, you better off lockin' your door
Flow on this shit with the ease
That ho, she blowin' and workin' for me
She goin', she blow on her knees
Smoke on that gas so I'm Vietnamese
I'm in the back and I'm chillin' with E
My bitch, she bad, your bitch a three
My niggas drippin' water like a leak, uh-uh (Uh-uh)
Pourin' up Wock' by the liter, I never sip Act'
Gas to the green like it's Easter, I'm countin' big racks
Jugg him, he can't get his shit back
I made a hundred and flipped that
Eatin' the beat like a Big Mac
Mad for no reason, I keep a stick strapped
Talk to my shooter—
Talk to my shooter—
Talk to my shooter—
Talk—, yeah, tight
[Chorus: Rich Amiri]
Pourin' up Wock' by the liter, I never sip Act'
Gas to the green like it's Easter, I'm countin' big racks
Jugg him, he can't get his shit back
I made a hundred and flipped that
Eatin' the beat like a Big Mac
Mad for no reason, I keep a stick strapped
I wanna fuck with lil' baby, she wanna come to my home and take off her clothes
Pullin' up in a Mercedes, it got them suicide doors, I'm doin' the most
I think my shooter, he crazy, that nigga ready to blow, he ready to go
Ready to aim at his nose, ready for smoke, you better off lockin' your door
Flow on this shit with the ease
That ho, she blowin' and workin' for me
She goin', she blow on her knees
Smoke on that gas so I'm Vietnamese
I'm in the back and I'm chillin' with E
My bitch, she bad, your bitch a three
My niggas drippin' water like a leak, uh-uh (Uh-uh)
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