[Intro: Avon Carter & (Jim Jones)]
It's still Dipset, boy, you know it's Dipset
(Capo)
It's still Dipset, boy, you know it's Dipset
(Hah, oh)
It's still Dipset, boy, you know it's Dipset
(Here we go)
{Jahlil Beats, holla at me}
[Chorus: Avon Carter & (Jim Jones)]
It's still Dipset, boy, you know it's Dipset (go)
I been fresh, yeah, I'm hard to impress (huh)
I got killers, triggers on the index (hah)
I see through these niggas like they Windex (woo)
That's a fact, that's a fact, boy, that's a Fendi (that's a fact)
Got it back, hard pocket, got it (I got it)
That's a fact, that's a fact, boy, that's a Fendi (that's a fact)
That's a fact, that's a fact, boy, that's a Fendi
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
(Jones!)
My roof missin', call amber alert
The coupe drippin', that's about 300 grand for the verb (notice)
Shit, Chrissy want a Birkin, 30 grand for the purse
Niggas lurkin', that's when shots from the hammers disperse (Draco, Draco)
I done watch when man threw up a whole hand full of percs (uh-huh)
He said he tryna find a loop 'cause the Xans didn't work (loopy)
He knows these lil niggas shoots like the cameras don't work
And they be fuckin' up the game, it's the grammin' in [?] (stupid)
I done had to bury so many my mans in the dirt (uh-huh)
Re'in up on the 15th and cuttin' grams on the first (what you need?)
If you on the run, you better get your stamina first
Because I got so many homies in the can for the work (goddamn)
I mean, that's a Fendi, that's a Fendi, that's a Fendi (that's a Fendi)
The top down when this shit is gettin' windy (when it's breezy)
We up town, got the bricks to the [?] (oh)
My top down like Richie in the Benzie (woo, woo!)
It's still Dipset, boy, you know it's Dipset
(Capo)
It's still Dipset, boy, you know it's Dipset
(Hah, oh)
It's still Dipset, boy, you know it's Dipset
(Here we go)
{Jahlil Beats, holla at me}
[Chorus: Avon Carter & (Jim Jones)]
It's still Dipset, boy, you know it's Dipset (go)
I been fresh, yeah, I'm hard to impress (huh)
I got killers, triggers on the index (hah)
I see through these niggas like they Windex (woo)
That's a fact, that's a fact, boy, that's a Fendi (that's a fact)
Got it back, hard pocket, got it (I got it)
That's a fact, that's a fact, boy, that's a Fendi (that's a fact)
That's a fact, that's a fact, boy, that's a Fendi
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
(Jones!)
My roof missin', call amber alert
The coupe drippin', that's about 300 grand for the verb (notice)
Shit, Chrissy want a Birkin, 30 grand for the purse
Niggas lurkin', that's when shots from the hammers disperse (Draco, Draco)
I done watch when man threw up a whole hand full of percs (uh-huh)
He said he tryna find a loop 'cause the Xans didn't work (loopy)
He knows these lil niggas shoots like the cameras don't work
And they be fuckin' up the game, it's the grammin' in [?] (stupid)
I done had to bury so many my mans in the dirt (uh-huh)
Re'in up on the 15th and cuttin' grams on the first (what you need?)
If you on the run, you better get your stamina first
Because I got so many homies in the can for the work (goddamn)
I mean, that's a Fendi, that's a Fendi, that's a Fendi (that's a Fendi)
The top down when this shit is gettin' windy (when it's breezy)
We up town, got the bricks to the [?] (oh)
My top down like Richie in the Benzie (woo, woo!)
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