Rich Amiri, heygwuapo - Neva Sip Act lyrics

Pourin' up Wock' by the liter
I never sip Act'
Gas to the green like it's Easter
I'm countin' big racks
Jugg him, he can't get his shit back
I made a hundred and flipped that
Eatin' the beat like a Big Mac
Mad for no reason, I keep a stick strapped
Talk to my shooter⁠ talk to my shooter⁠
Talk to my shooter⁠ talk⁠, yeah, tight

Pourin' up Wock' by the liter
I never sip Act'
Gas to the green like it's Easter
I'm countin' big racks
Jugg him, he can't get his shit back
I made a hundred and flipped that
Eatin' the beat like a Big Mac
Mad for no reason, I keep a stick strapped
I wanna fuck with lil' baby
She wanna come to my home
And take off her clothes
Pullin' up in a Mercedes, it
Got them suicide doors, i'm doin' the most
I think my shooter, he crazy
That nigga ready to blow, he ready to go
Ready to aim at his nose, ready for smoke
You better off lockin' your door
Flow on this shit with the ease
That ho, she blowin' and workin' for me
She goin', she blow on her knees
Smoke on that gas so I'm Vietnamese
I'm in the back and I'm chillin' with E
My bitch, she bad, your bitch a three
My niggas drippin' water like a leak, uh uh
(Uh, uh)

(yeah yeah, yeah)
My diamonds drippin' water like a faucet
Give a fuck about the price, if I see it
Then I might aswell just cop it
Me and Amiri like Batman and Robin
But they change the topic
Thought it's a pimple
That's red beam right at your noggin
I spend a bag as soon as I walk in
I'm with the gang for life, we locked in
I'm in the big body, this a Rolls truck
After I fuck then I ghost her
She wan' ride like a rollercoaster
To the top, bitch, I'm gettin' closer
Big booty bitch, she gon' back it up
He want the smoke
So my niggas gon' pack him up
He want the smoke, so my niggas gon' do him
Boy, we takin' your shit
You can't get it back
Need to get off your ass and go get a bag
Man, these lil' niggas lazy as shit
He tryna work for free lil' bro
Is you crazy? You gon' need to pay me a brick

Pourin' up Wock' by the liter
I never sip Act'
Gas to the green like it's Easter
I'm countin' big racks
Jugg him, he can't get his shit back
I made a hundred and flipped that
Eatin' the beat like a Big Mac
Mad for no reason, I keep a stick strapped
I wanna fuck with lil' baby
She wanna come to my home
And take off her clothes
Pullin' up in a Mercedes, it
Got them suicide doors, i'm doin' the most
I think my shooter, he crazy
That nigga ready to blow, he ready to go
Ready to aim at his nose, ready for smoke
You better off lockin' your door
Flow on this shit with the ease
That ho, she blowin' and workin' for me
She goin', she blow on her knees
Smoke on that gas so I'm Vietnamese
I'm in the back and I'm chillin' with E
My bitch, she bad, your bitch a three
My niggas drippin' water like a leak, uh uh
(Uh, uh)