Raw Sippa Baby Smoove

[Intro]
(Ugh! Fuck)
(Lemme hit that shit)
(Went from a hunnid thou' to a mil' ticket, dark cup sippin')

[Verse 1]
I'm dark cup sippin'
I went from a hunnid thou' to a mil' ticket
I met her in the bus, I was starin' at her titties
You ain't even got no shoes, how he think he runnin' with me?
Send her OT to go shopping, I don't gotta go
Bitch irritating me, so I ain't dealin' with my other hoes
Cemetery in my pocket, came from bags and I was pullin' phones
I been having this, makin' bitches wanna sell they soul
She gon' say she fucked five niggas, but it's twenty more
I don't believe shit no hoe sayin', I just go alonе
Up them niggas out there on thе road, being safe, going through these stores
Go be loyal to this money, don't be loyal to these hoes
Spent this last on that jewelry, know that nigga money froze
I'll fuck with you on the price, if you grab a bigger load
We ain't flamin' for no reason, eating steak with the bros
I can take yo shoes off, or I can put them bitches on

[Chorus]
Imma, clean raw sippa
A nigga drinking hit, I don't think he know the difference
Got a fresh pack of virgins, imma crack 'em while I sip 'em
Boy you needa tie 'em up, you can't run, you be trippin'
She love the way I talk, 'cause fourth quarter when I'm in it