[Verse 1]
From a hood where them n***as push your cap back
Number one, keep that strap back where we trap at
A young n***a, don't smoke no apple pack
Trill n***a, wake up, get dressed in all black
Come to my hood, you can see that we got all straps
30 rounds, equipped with all that
Dope fiends, them n***as smoke crack
Got my block by, 12 pull up where I post at
My bitch say I kick flame like them old cats
Copped that brand new Benz, paint it matte black
Long body, put the hatchback
Went shopping in New York, they ain't got no tax
Quick trip to LA to pick up more stacks
More pints, we need some more of that
Hit my lil migo and tell him, "Pour up that"
Codeinе, we sip clean

[Chorus]
Bitch, we sip clеan
Bitch, we sip clean
Bitch, we sip clean
Bitch, we sip clean

[Verse 2]
My lil' cuz just came home, he ain't got no dream
Find out boy got 50, now he on beans
He geeked up, I'm on lean
Then pop a couple mollies, bitch, I'm hard-bodied
Been doing this, Versace n***as try and copy
Don't mis-mistake this foreign shit, I catch a body
Won't speak, don't know nothing 'bout it
Give ten stacks to my lawyer, bet he say he got it
That Glock 40 extended, I can't leave without it
The goons came in with masks so you can't see who shot him
Real killers, they move in silence
Can't mix us with that sucker shit, we stand silent
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