Jody Breeze, Lil Wayne - Dippin’ lyrics

Catch me if you can when
I'm dipping from the cops catch me
Catch me if you can when
I'm dipping from the cops catch me
Catch me if you can when
I'm dipping from the cops
Catch me, catch me if you can when I'm
Catch me if you can when I'm
Catch me if you can when
I'm dipping from the cops catch me
Catch me if you can when
I'm dipping from the cops catch me
Catch me if you can when
I'm dipping from the cops
Catch me, catch me if you can when I'm
Catch me if you can when I'm

I'm On The Interstate in The Chevrolet
In The 55 going 78
On 285 just passed 78
With a loaded nine smoking on some mary j
Bitch I'm on the grind i hustle every day
Pound for pound call me a heavyweight
Round for round nigga I don't hesitate
I'm doing real estate
Trying to get my business straight
God is going down on my license plate
Cause it's going down so get out the way
Time to separate the real from the fake
So I'mma demonstrate what y'all imitate
And that's flipping cakes
Cause Nigga I'm good at it i don't talk much
I'm from the hood daddy
See me splurging I ain't
Worrying 'bout the police
Cause I'm a mad shot they already know me


I'm coming around the loop
I'm in the Bentley Coupe in the 35
Doing 22 don't honk your horn
Don't flash your lights
Cause me and Jody passing blunts
Like we pass the mic i'm after nice
DA's after me bitch I'm a boss
I can increase your salary locked up in ATL
For getting blunted
Straight out of Fulton County
To Magic City Mondays
Blowing money, throwing money
It's snowing money
These bitches should lay down and
Make a snow angel let the bitch suck my dick
Now her throat famous long paper
Short gangster short vanquish
And I can speak everything
Except court language snitches die ugly
So I forbid the
And tell them pigs come and get me!


Four 50 four up under the hood
With the Hemi in it
Guarantee you're gonna hear me before
You see me in it
And when you see me still can't see me
My windows tinted
I'm a menace, yeah I admit it
But I still got the digit's
Waited till I'm out of business
Bend it like acrobatics
Boy, better mind your business
We strapped with the automatics
It's about who paper stacking
Not about who act the baddest
Grams, I'm packing Lincolns
I'm good with the mathematics
I got a kilo on me
I'm going to see the homies
Knowing if I get caught
That I'm going to see Big Coney
I'm going all out never hustle scary
I'm a thoroughbred not your ordinary
Bless my hustle berries
Strictly about my cash if I really need it
I'mma wear a mask couple hundred slabs
In the paper bag
And if we see the cops, fuck it
Dipping on they ass