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[Chorus: Kream]
Sippin' C, drinkin' Big Moe
Never tipsy, swang and slow
Yellow bone freak, rollin' up my
Leather suede seats, good Cali
Big backwoods filled up five grams
a pint in a Sprite, call it A$AP Yams
Money good, weed good, but my bad
grain, homie, I ain't swangin' in a slab

[Verse 1: A$AP
Sippin' on potion
Lifted off this
She I think she need [?]
Smokin', West
Kream clique and locin'
H-Town, we
Trill bitches, open
Cause killas [?]
Rest in to Pimp C, I wish I could styrofoam him
Let him know he got the whole world and pouring
Take wife I fill your loss in cause you lost one of the [?]
I'm gon' keep your alive
deep purple in my soul and
Candy I still be rollin'
Ready to faint cause I'm on one
From night, we took that whole one
a pint, now watch the snow come
Roll one, bet fill your whole lung with this uncontrolling, choking, blowing, that I got from Cali coast and straight boss hoggin'

Maxo Kream]
Sippin' Pimp C, Big Moe
tipsy, swang and bang slow
Yellow bone freak, rollin' up my
Leather suede seats, Cali smoke
Big backwoods filled up with grams
a pint in a Sprite, call it A$AP Yams
Money good, weed good, but my bad
Grippin' grain, homie, I ain't swangin' in a

[Verse 2: Kyleon]
full of that kush
I got Ferg with me pourin' up
A red shotgun on my right
out of Ike [?]
Keep bags like a Saint Nick
on my one, two, fifth
Cigarillo stay of that piff
Get money but a nigga ain't TIP
So of ballin' [?]
Cause I it daily, no bank
I'm holdin', my top foldin', stop tryin' to crawl but I can't
H-Town staff shit
like a nigga never had shit
A hundred racks when I shit
Your main ho, my bitch
Arm in water, pull one out the
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 nigga trippin' (baw)

[Chorus: Maxo
Pimp C, drinkin' Big Moe
Never tipsy, swang and slow
bone freak, rollin' up my dope
Leather suede seats, good Cali
Big backwoods up with five grams
a pint in a Sprite, call it A$AP Yams
Money good, good, but my bitches bad
grain, homie, I ain't swangin' in a slab