[Sample:]
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
(Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The ’84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome)
[Norman Atomic:]
It’s that dead pimp walking with a dead leg limp
Keep your shrimp and grits
Bitch, I want some steak and eggs
Sipping on some OJ
Give me the blade so I can slice open the blunt
And dump the guts on top your bitch’s fucking back
While she sucking on my nuts
Blow me slowly while I’m blowing smoke rings
While I’m pouring more lean
Hoes keep hoping Ima share the codeine
Acting like a dope fiend
Show me that you know me ho
Smoke weed until I’m on the floor
Dressed in all black with a purple glow
Sipping ice cold water in the fucking snow
I don’t trust hoes because I want to be alone
Throw them a bone
Sitting on my lap in the fucking throne
Told her “Bitch, pick up the phone. Tell them I need another zone.”
She was too stoned and told them I’m home
Later that night they busted in the door
Put the chrome to my dome
Busted my head open
Left my brains on the floor
Just another dead pimp never trust them fucking hoes, ho
[Sample:]
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
(Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The ’84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome)
[Anthony Mar$:]
Well it’s that dope fiend staying higher than a Goodyear blimp
Everytime I pour the lean, I wonder if I’ll die like Pimp
Taking some hydrocodones
Trapping off the flip phone
20 inches of black chrome
Riding, smoking on a zone
Sipping on some Tussinex
When it come to doing drugs, ho, you know I do them the best
Ain’t no flex
Got pyrex
Cooking dope
Don’t sell it no more
All I do is indulge
Fucking ho won’t leave me alone
Trying to jugg my drugs
And I’m like back up, back up
Before you get smacked up, smacked up
Running like a Mac truck
Strap up
Trying to get my racks up
Catch up
To my dope habits, xan and dro’s
Got me fucked up on the floor
Where to go
I don’t know
When I’m high just leave me alone
[Sample:]
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
(Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The ’84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome)
[Wavy Jone$:]
I gotta redhead like april to roll my blunts
Got an eighth in my jeans so u know what’s up
I brought a pack of the woods you can throw the dutch
Sipping Donatello when I’m pouring up
Slowing down blowing loud
Middle of the pit bitch throwing down
Riding round like fuck the opps
Fuck the cops take me to trial
Bad bitches don’t vibe with them
Might slip the dick or get high with em
Might pimp my bitch but won’t ride with her
Might get the top then its bye with her
Yo main bitch my side hitta
I ain’t shit but she loving me
I’m ugly but she fuckin me
Bust a nut then roll a blunt for 3
Hit the door before I smoke da bitch
Scrape the scale
Blow the fish
Drop the roof
Pop a tab
Find the truth always have
Bastard son with a past that’s fucked
Cup fulla blood in the cut where the bud
Suicide boys on the block where the drugs
64 Chevy dead cop in the trunk like what
[Sample:]
Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip
(Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone
The ’84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome)