Paul Wall, Lil Keke, Slim Thug - Still Sippin lyrics
[Paul Wall, Lil Keke, Slim Thug - Still Sippin lyrics]
Phone on a hunnid percent just like me
Goin' live in real life, not just IG
My bank balance well balanced
Gotta match my G
I got that flawless honeycomb drip
Set on my teeth see, I'm a backstreet rider
I'm a slow paced driver
Yeah, I'm crawlin' on spiders
But I'll still race you for the title
You gon' go broke stayin' idle
That's why I stay on go
I'm focused on my net income, I stay on goal
I'm in that drop sittin' low
I sip that wock by the boat
My paint drip out on the floor
Ice in my mouth ten below, yo
What you know about comin' down with
The trunk in the air?
Chunkin' deuces up as onlookers stare
A true player
They know that rich glimmering frеsh
And them hoes staring catchin' flights
Shootin' spiders in thе red baron
Twenty one Mclaren, it's just me and Sharon
Real clean in that new Celine
That's what I'm wearin'
This microphone pays in a lot of ways
Yes I'm catchin' plays, havin' slab holidays
Whatcha know about it? Never go without it
They steady checkin' for the bag 'cause
They know I got it
Flexin' daily, nothin' free, yeah
Make 'em pay me
L Dog, chrome 'Lac, reef without the lady
Yes, I'm slidin' live, ridin' five oh tires
And when they see me in the streets
They catch a whole vibe
It's the S vibes, hunnid plus when I slide
Step outside, don't know which one I'ma drive
Look at my phone
Don't know which chick I'ma pick
It's sugar daddy shit
Which one of y'all tryna get rich?
Pull out the Caddy, 'cause it's sunny
Drippin' on a Sunday thank you, God
Me and my bros still gettin' this money
Me and Paul used to crawl down them C walls
Me and the Don havin' fun overseas, y'all
OG's ball hard like the pros
Been about twenty years
We still tippin' on the fours
Keepin' haters mouth closed
Still stayin' on our toes
Went from rollin' slabs to rollin
Rolls, bitch, I'm still throwed, thugger
Goin' live in real life, not just IG
My bank balance well balanced
Gotta match my G
I got that flawless honeycomb drip
Set on my teeth see, I'm a backstreet rider
I'm a slow paced driver
Yeah, I'm crawlin' on spiders
But I'll still race you for the title
You gon' go broke stayin' idle
That's why I stay on go
I'm focused on my net income, I stay on goal
I'm in that drop sittin' low
I sip that wock by the boat
My paint drip out on the floor
Ice in my mouth ten below, yo
What you know about comin' down with
The trunk in the air?
Chunkin' deuces up as onlookers stare
A true player
They know that rich glimmering frеsh
And them hoes staring catchin' flights
Shootin' spiders in thе red baron
Twenty one Mclaren, it's just me and Sharon
Real clean in that new Celine
That's what I'm wearin'
This microphone pays in a lot of ways
Yes I'm catchin' plays, havin' slab holidays
Whatcha know about it? Never go without it
They steady checkin' for the bag 'cause
They know I got it
Flexin' daily, nothin' free, yeah
Make 'em pay me
L Dog, chrome 'Lac, reef without the lady
Yes, I'm slidin' live, ridin' five oh tires
And when they see me in the streets
They catch a whole vibe
It's the S vibes, hunnid plus when I slide
Step outside, don't know which one I'ma drive
Look at my phone
Don't know which chick I'ma pick
It's sugar daddy shit
Which one of y'all tryna get rich?
Pull out the Caddy, 'cause it's sunny
Drippin' on a Sunday thank you, God
Me and my bros still gettin' this money
Me and Paul used to crawl down them C walls
Me and the Don havin' fun overseas, y'all
OG's ball hard like the pros
Been about twenty years
We still tippin' on the fours
Keepin' haters mouth closed
Still stayin' on our toes
Went from rollin' slabs to rollin
Rolls, bitch, I'm still throwed, thugger