"Drank Sippa" lyrics
Slim Thug & Lil' Keke Lyrics
[Slim Thug:]
Huh
Boys be talkin' 'bout they pourin' up
Pourin' up what?
Big drank sipper, used to sip up out the pitcher
Old boy, baby, today I can't sip with you
All this shit fake now, man, that ain't the taste
Plus them prices high, new sippers gettin' raped
I remember when that shit was only ten a line
Me and CO had 'em by the gallons goin' down
Couldn't sell drank 'cause a nigga kept sippin'
Gotta thank God for givin' me "Still Tippin'"
Flippin' on fours 'cause that here is tradition
Tell your girl back back, my big diamonds glistenin'
Mr. Leave a bitch blind when I come around
Never heard of you, only the baddest out your town
Top down when I pull up to the Chapman
Haters still can't believe I got all this rappin'
'Lac trunk slappin' when I slide in my ride
Old bitches tryna come back, bitch, bye
Stay dry flossin', lookin' for my new future
Cybertruck bulletproof, but I'd shoot you
Mute your bitch ass like a nigga goin' live
I knew they couldn't fuck with me since I was five
If I hurt your feelings, well, I apologize
But I'm still gon' get to this money 'til I die
Reachin' to the star and a nigga gettin' closer
Penthouse, watchin' Friday fireworks for closure, hold up
[Lil' Keke:]
A lot of you niggas from the Karo days
We sippin' Barre just like a neighborhood star
Green-label shit, nigga, ayy
Four-fours on that Fleetwood, a big dipper
Twenty ounces of mud, I'm such a rich sipper (Rich)
The paint wet as a whale, I call that bitch Flipper
She gave me head in the drop, I might as well tip her (Might as well)
Yes, I'm a bartender, Texas on my license plate (Plate)
I got that pineapple poppin' with a splash of grape (Grape)
I watch it bubble up (Up), sittin' in that double cup (Cup)
You niggas drankin' on bullshit, I'm like what the fuck?
Pour me a thick four (Four), salute to Big Moe
Southside Don Ke was drankin' from the get-go (I swear)
I been a hustler all my life, but now I'm gettin' more (More)
These niggas fakin', they ain't tastin', that's for shit sure
Toe taggin' that G-Wagen, I'm gettin' paper (Paper)
Sippin' punch in a Benz, yes, I'm a trend maker
Yeah, they was talkin' that player shit, but really wasn't (They wasn't)
So I retired my cup 'cause they wasn't drankin' nothin', nigga
Huh
Boys be talkin' 'bout they pourin' up
Pourin' up what?
Big drank sipper, used to sip up out the pitcher
Old boy, baby, today I can't sip with you
All this shit fake now, man, that ain't the taste
Plus them prices high, new sippers gettin' raped
I remember when that shit was only ten a line
Me and CO had 'em by the gallons goin' down
Couldn't sell drank 'cause a nigga kept sippin'
Gotta thank God for givin' me "Still Tippin'"
Flippin' on fours 'cause that here is tradition
Tell your girl back back, my big diamonds glistenin'
Mr. Leave a bitch blind when I come around
Never heard of you, only the baddest out your town
Top down when I pull up to the Chapman
Haters still can't believe I got all this rappin'
'Lac trunk slappin' when I slide in my ride
Old bitches tryna come back, bitch, bye
Stay dry flossin', lookin' for my new future
Cybertruck bulletproof, but I'd shoot you
Mute your bitch ass like a nigga goin' live
I knew they couldn't fuck with me since I was five
If I hurt your feelings, well, I apologize
But I'm still gon' get to this money 'til I die
Reachin' to the star and a nigga gettin' closer
Penthouse, watchin' Friday fireworks for closure, hold up
[Lil' Keke:]
A lot of you niggas from the Karo days
We sippin' Barre just like a neighborhood star
Green-label shit, nigga, ayy
Four-fours on that Fleetwood, a big dipper
Twenty ounces of mud, I'm such a rich sipper (Rich)
The paint wet as a whale, I call that bitch Flipper
She gave me head in the drop, I might as well tip her (Might as well)
Yes, I'm a bartender, Texas on my license plate (Plate)
I got that pineapple poppin' with a splash of grape (Grape)
I watch it bubble up (Up), sittin' in that double cup (Cup)
You niggas drankin' on bullshit, I'm like what the fuck?
Pour me a thick four (Four), salute to Big Moe
Southside Don Ke was drankin' from the get-go (I swear)
I been a hustler all my life, but now I'm gettin' more (More)
These niggas fakin', they ain't tastin', that's for shit sure
Toe taggin' that G-Wagen, I'm gettin' paper (Paper)
Sippin' punch in a Benz, yes, I'm a trend maker
Yeah, they was talkin' that player shit, but really wasn't (They wasn't)
So I retired my cup 'cause they wasn't drankin' nothin', nigga
