[Chorus]
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I sip lean 'til I fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I sip lean 'til I fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I sip lean 'til I fall, fall, fall, fall
[Verse]
Lil Purpp bless your trap, Lil Purpp bless your trap
Poppin' Percs, poppin' molly, poppin' Xans
We just rolled up, we just almost killed your mans
Had a goofy nigga tweakin' off the xans
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hit the pot with the snow, snow, snow, snow
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hit the pot with the snow
Go to sleep, pistol in my nightstand
Hit the street, pistol in my right hand
Drop top, servin' all the white sand
You ain't a shooter if you shootin' with your both bands
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I might fuck your ho, ho, ho, ho
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm gettin' money so they think I sold my soul
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I sip lean 'til I fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I sip lean 'til I fall, fall, fall, fall, fall, fall
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I sip lean 'til I fall, fall, fall, fall
[Verse]
Lil Purpp bless your trap, Lil Purpp bless your trap
Poppin' Percs, poppin' molly, poppin' Xans
We just rolled up, we just almost killed your mans
Had a goofy nigga tweakin' off the xans
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hit the pot with the snow, snow, snow, snow
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Hit the pot with the snow
Go to sleep, pistol in my nightstand
Hit the street, pistol in my right hand
Drop top, servin' all the white sand
You ain't a shooter if you shootin' with your both bands
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I might fuck your ho, ho, ho, ho
I'm like whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm gettin' money so they think I sold my soul
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