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[Chorus: Maxo
Sippin' C, drinkin' Big Moe
Never tipsy, swang and bang
Yellow freak, rollin' up my dope
suede seats, good Cali smoke
Big backwoods filled up with grams
Half a pint in a Sprite, call it Yams
good, weed good, but my bitches bad
Grippin' grain, homie, I swangin' in a slab

1: A$AP Ferg]
Sippin' on potion
Lifted off this
She I think she need [?]
Smokin', Coastin'
Kream clique and locin'
H-Town, we
bitches, they open
Cause killas [?]
Rest in peace to Pimp C, I I could styrofoam him
Let him know he got the whole pourin' and pouring
your wife I fill your loss in cause you lost one of the [?]
I'm gon' keep your legend
That's deep purple in my and
paint I still be rollin'
Ready to faint cause I'm on one
From last night, we that whole one
About a pint, now watch the snow
one, bet that fill your whole lung with this uncontrolling, choking, blowing, that I got from Cali coast and straight boss hoggin'

[Chorus: Kream]
Sippin' Pimp C, Big Moe
Never tipsy, swang and slow
bone freak, rollin' up my dope
Leather suede seats, good smoke
Big backwoods up with five grams
Half a pint in a Sprite, call it A$AP
good, weed good, but my bitches bad
Grippin' grain, homie, I ain't swangin' in a

2: Killa Kyleon]
Cadillac of that kush
I got Ferg with me pourin' up
A red bone shotgun on my
out of Ike [?]
Keep bags like a nigga Nick
Uptown on my one, two,
Cigarillo stay full of piff
Get ASAP but a nigga ain't TIP
So of ballin' [?]
Cause I chase it daily, no
I'm wood holdin', my top foldin', tryin' to crawl but I can't
H-Town that staff
Actin' like a never had shit
A hundred racks when I shit
Your main ho, my last
Arm in water, one out the cruiser
cup, sippin' Freddy Krueger
Southside, I'm a Houston
Shakin' these when I maneuver
Tippin', like a bitch strippin', on a glass [?] when I'm sippin'
My top missin', when you see me
Gun on my waist but a ain't trippin' (baw)

[Chorus: Kream]
Pimp C, drinkin' Big Moe
Never tipsy, swang and bang
Yellow bone freak, up my dope
Leather suede seats, good smoke
Big backwoods filled up five grams
Half a pint in a Sprite, call it A$AP
Money good, good, but my bitches bad
Grippin' grain, homie, I ain't swangin' in a