"I'm Bippin" lyrics
Lil Scoom89, Hood Tali & Jb Binladen Lyrics
1500, what? (King Jay on the beat)
Damn, what? Yeah (Damn, Drako, you made this?)
TTG, TTK
What? (Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
I'm pushin' the Track', showin' my wrist out the window, bitch, I'm bippin'
I slide to the ave, I'm 'bout to go 1500, lil' nigga, come spin it
That boy wanna play like he don't know TTK behind all the killings
We really be killin' these niggas, you start that shit, I bet we gon' finish
We really be fuckin' these bitches, I fuck off a 30, I ain't catchin' no feelings (Damn)
We really stand over these niggas, shoot him all in his head, you don't wanna feel it (Damn, damn, grr, come here, come here)
Damn, bustdown on me hittin' (Yeah, the bitch hittin')
Bail out, we all blickin' (Come here), chase him down, foenem was trippin' (Come here, come here)
Bail out the car, come here (Grr), uh, uh (Come here)
Bail out the car, come here (Come here), where the fuck is you goin'? We hit his ass up with them switches (Grrah)
Rappin' and clappin', fuckin' up opps and Beast God told me that I was gifted (That they ain't gifted)
We ride in SRTs, this bitch a striker, make sure it's five-percent tinted (Skrrt, skrrt)
I done ran a hun' bun, uh, uh (Nigga, I ran, nigga, I ran a hun' bun)
I done ran a hun' bun on the band, I been knew I was different (Nigga, I'm different)
Tali fresh out, he came to the 'Raq, I brung him to the trenches (Right to the trenches)
Micro Drac' and fully ARPs, you play, your top, we flip it (Grr, grr, come here, come here)
Pop out on they block, we blitzin' (Yeah)
We got chops and Glocks with switches (Yeah)
They tried sendin' shots, they missed 'em (Yeah)
Bet if we sent some shots, we Gretzky (Yeah, uh-huh)
If you see me, I keep my glee (Uh-huh)
I miss my Glock 33 (Uh-huh)
Jager with that seveN on him (Yeah)
Long live 7, let's post it to see (Yeah, uh-huh, yeah)
Long live Jeff, we raise The Reaper (Yeah)
I'm with Scoom, that boy a tweaker (Yeah)
In this bitch high with Tali, finna go to Bali, Grade A wanna meet up (Bitch, bitch, yeah)
Pop out, scoom, let glizzy greet ya (Yeah)
School of hard knocks, I'm a teacher (Yeah)
Once a nigga drop that bag, we killin' your ass, now they can't even see ya (Bitch)
Clip full of R.I.P.s, now he restin' in peace, that shit ain't even P (Uh-uh)
Yeah, a nigga know how I bleed, we throw up B's, ain't got that pipe, I beat ya (Uh-huh)
Most of these niggas ain't rock, they see-through (Uh-huh)
I see blue and white lights, I leave 'em (Yeah)
These niggas run for they life when they see us (Yeah)
Bad bitch blowin' my vibe, I treat her (Uh-huh)
Alright, let me do one more ad-lib (Yeah)
Damn, what? Yeah (Damn, Drako, you made this?)
TTG, TTK
What? (Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
I'm pushin' the Track', showin' my wrist out the window, bitch, I'm bippin'
I slide to the ave, I'm 'bout to go 1500, lil' nigga, come spin it
That boy wanna play like he don't know TTK behind all the killings
We really be killin' these niggas, you start that shit, I bet we gon' finish
We really be fuckin' these bitches, I fuck off a 30, I ain't catchin' no feelings (Damn)
We really stand over these niggas, shoot him all in his head, you don't wanna feel it (Damn, damn, grr, come here, come here)
Damn, bustdown on me hittin' (Yeah, the bitch hittin')
Bail out, we all blickin' (Come here), chase him down, foenem was trippin' (Come here, come here)
Bail out the car, come here (Grr), uh, uh (Come here)
Bail out the car, come here (Come here), where the fuck is you goin'? We hit his ass up with them switches (Grrah)
Rappin' and clappin', fuckin' up opps and Beast God told me that I was gifted (That they ain't gifted)
We ride in SRTs, this bitch a striker, make sure it's five-percent tinted (Skrrt, skrrt)
I done ran a hun' bun, uh, uh (Nigga, I ran, nigga, I ran a hun' bun)
I done ran a hun' bun on the band, I been knew I was different (Nigga, I'm different)
Tali fresh out, he came to the 'Raq, I brung him to the trenches (Right to the trenches)
Micro Drac' and fully ARPs, you play, your top, we flip it (Grr, grr, come here, come here)
Pop out on they block, we blitzin' (Yeah)
We got chops and Glocks with switches (Yeah)
They tried sendin' shots, they missed 'em (Yeah)
Bet if we sent some shots, we Gretzky (Yeah, uh-huh)
If you see me, I keep my glee (Uh-huh)
I miss my Glock 33 (Uh-huh)
Jager with that seveN on him (Yeah)
Long live 7, let's post it to see (Yeah, uh-huh, yeah)
Long live Jeff, we raise The Reaper (Yeah)
I'm with Scoom, that boy a tweaker (Yeah)
In this bitch high with Tali, finna go to Bali, Grade A wanna meet up (Bitch, bitch, yeah)
Pop out, scoom, let glizzy greet ya (Yeah)
School of hard knocks, I'm a teacher (Yeah)
Once a nigga drop that bag, we killin' your ass, now they can't even see ya (Bitch)
Clip full of R.I.P.s, now he restin' in peace, that shit ain't even P (Uh-uh)
Yeah, a nigga know how I bleed, we throw up B's, ain't got that pipe, I beat ya (Uh-huh)
Most of these niggas ain't rock, they see-through (Uh-huh)
I see blue and white lights, I leave 'em (Yeah)
These niggas run for they life when they see us (Yeah)
Bad bitch blowin' my vibe, I treat her (Uh-huh)
Alright, let me do one more ad-lib (Yeah)
