Текст песни Babyface Ray, King Hendrick$ - Still Sippin

Welcome to the MOB, nigga
Yeah, fuck with us

With a Georgia Peach down Peach Street
Thick bitch, decent
It get updated every season
Closet full of pieces like Reese's
Five black trucks at Venetian
I was top flow doin' P shit
If the bitch petty, better leave her
Know that bankroll make 'em leeches
Know it's Kapital how the jeans fit
Tell her, "Catch me," 'cause I'm leanin'
Hey, I'm rich as fuck, I ain't green, bitch
I was geeked, lyin', I ain't mean it
Yeah, cardio, runnin' bands up
Real stand-up, I was playin' dumb
Maybach or the Lamb' truck
Carry twenty double rubber band up
Yeah, ho nigga, turn your savage up
Put your skirt down, pull your pants up
Why you playin' with that freak bitch?
Let the ho breathe, lose the handcuffs
Yeah, vintage tea, sippin' dinosaur
I'm with T-Rex on the Ram truck
Find out that the bag dirt
Kick the door in, tie his fam up

Yeah, quarter million, I'm still sippin'
Half a ticket, I'm still sippin'
Quarter million, I'm still sippin'
Half a ticket, I'm still sippin'

Yeah, Philippe Chow with a big plate
One million dollars for a mixtape
I'm in a droptop, trunk in the front
So it look like I'm goin' this way
I'm on South Beach with a bad bitch
She got her hair down, she got a lil' waist
Rock Plain Jane with a big face
My syrup thicker than a milkshake
Chanel on, got a scale on
Got ice bricks, I got heroin
Got one fish, got two fish
Spend blue strips on a redbone
Droptop with no helmet on
Put a number on you like a cell phone
My bankroll full of dead faces
Got money buried with no headstone

Yeah, quarter million, I'm still sippin'
Half a ticket, I'm still sippin'
Quarter million, I'm still sippin'
Half a ticket, I'm still sippin'

Kiss the cell like Gene Simmons
Juice WRLD like Lil Bibby
Maybach coupe 650, this boujee bitch, she slick with it
All black, Uganda
Two hoes, two condoms
I'm in a Lamb' choppin', this bitch drunk
She thought it said lasagna
Wave comin' like Katrina, nigga
In the Trackhawk or a demon, nigga
Got real money like FEMA, nigga
My stylist comin', fuck Neiman, nigga

Drop a deuce in a clean Sprite, that's a Pink Panther
I'll make a ho wait three days to get picked like Shedeur Sanders
Drop sauce in the woods, fuck around and walk out with a deer antler
Fire up in the club, drip on a bitch, turn to a hot candle
What I spent on Wockhardt, coulda bought a building or a news channel
Can't speak a lick of Spanish, how I'm pimpin' on a bitch named Susanna?
Ay dios mío
Quagen on Quagen, it left me sedated, the purple came out of my pee hole
My lil' shooter tall as Dwight, but I promise you he is not missin' a free throw
How is these rap nigga, uh-huh, rap nigga broke as a Cheeto?
How is these rappers performin' Coachella but ain't havin' money like me though?
Surfin' the Cullinan, black submarine, fuck around and shoot off a torpedo
Sellin' Felicia, Felicia, Felicia and I drop a brick on the Deebo
Uh-huh, is he a villain or hero? Really don't matter, y'all scoreboard is zero
Gallery jeans, ninety dollars every G, but I'm a capital P though (Okay)
Charging an Escalade, it's electric
Bag full of cow shit, I'm from Texas
Sellin' some K-Roll, nigga, stretch it
We ain't them friendly nigga, so respect it
[Outro: Sauce Walka and Babyface Ray]
Ooh-wee, splatt (Yeah, yeah)