Stop (Sip Slow) Juice WRLD
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[Intro]
8-8-8-808 Mafia
Sip slow (Oh)
Sip slow (Oh)
Uh
[Chorus]
Yeah, sip slow
Don't fuck with endo
No new friends, must've not got the memo (Yeah)
Get the—, fuck is you here for?
If you ain't gettin' money, you get thrown out the window (Yeah)
Fif-fifty cal', bringin' out the big dogs
Cowboy guns, shoot a nigga like "Hee-haw"
Rollin' up Runtz, got a zip of that cough
Smoke that 'til I cough, then sip 'til I stop
Coughin'
[Verse]
Uh, I'll put the whole game in a coffin, yeah
It's No Limit gang, I got Maneski in here
He dropped a eight of the drank then put Posto in the air (Huh, oh yeah)
Ride round with a glass house on my wrist (Uh)
Ride around with a Gucci leash 'round your bitch (Uh)
Shooting straight for the neck (Uh), straight as a pit bull
Fuckin' her, gеtting washed up, like listening to Pitbull
Usеd to ride around lookin' for a lick, ooh
Still ridin' round handlin' sticks, ooh
We could make moves (Yeah), we could bust too (Uh)
We could duel it out, put them guns to good use
8-8-8-808 Mafia
Sip slow (Oh)
Sip slow (Oh)
Uh
[Chorus]
Yeah, sip slow
Don't fuck with endo
No new friends, must've not got the memo (Yeah)
Get the—, fuck is you here for?
If you ain't gettin' money, you get thrown out the window (Yeah)
Fif-fifty cal', bringin' out the big dogs
Cowboy guns, shoot a nigga like "Hee-haw"
Rollin' up Runtz, got a zip of that cough
Smoke that 'til I cough, then sip 'til I stop
Coughin'
[Verse]
Uh, I'll put the whole game in a coffin, yeah
It's No Limit gang, I got Maneski in here
He dropped a eight of the drank then put Posto in the air (Huh, oh yeah)
Ride round with a glass house on my wrist (Uh)
Ride around with a Gucci leash 'round your bitch (Uh)
Shooting straight for the neck (Uh), straight as a pit bull
Fuckin' her, gеtting washed up, like listening to Pitbull
Usеd to ride around lookin' for a lick, ooh
Still ridin' round handlin' sticks, ooh
We could make moves (Yeah), we could bust too (Uh)
We could duel it out, put them guns to good use
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