SIZZURP Fear the White Noise

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping, sipping
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sipping
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip

[Verse 1]
Guess who it is back up in this bitch
The kid White Noise about to scramble this shit
Pour up a cup, take another sip
Roll up a blunt, take another hit
I'm a grown-up feeding bitches my kids
Phone blowing up, bitches want my Rick
Tell the homies hold up, feeling kind of sick
About to throw up and do the shit again
Fingers sticky, females with me
Stinger clean or is it filthy?
I'm still sipping, head is spinning
Been fucked up for a whole damn century
People staring, I'm not caring
I got a date with a cemetery
I got a date with the grim reaper
See if he'll sell me some reefer
I know it ain't any cheaper so I sell to him my soul
For the price of my soul he gave me an everlasting bowl
When I died I bought a bag, me and Grim are doing dabs
We are now real good buds, taking lives and smoking bud
Oh shit I'm back alive, I guess that means we alright
Always high when I arrive even if I fucking die
My weeds Harry like a wizard
I'm with Mary, green like lizard
Lean is colder than a blizzard
Me and the homies sipping sizzurp