---------- !H O O K! ---------- Sippin on gin Like im sippin on water Rolling up a blunt Man this b**h can't get fatter Sippin on that goose Got the triger finger loose You got a lil problem? You can talk to my duece duece X2 ---------- !V E R S E 1! ---------- Sippin on gin man im kinda f**ing tipsy Rather make a song with SPM than drizzy Call me old school but i keep it straight G And my moms the only reason im in school for my degree sh**, i owe it all to my family and fans If it wasn't for yall id prolly have no f**ing plans Still wonderin why im here So mad but shed no tear b**h ima f**ing dog And i can smell your f**ing fear (haha) Talking bout dawgs i can tell that yous a p**ycat Run your little mouth say you gangsta boy this and that I hate to break it to ya But you were b**h made You say that you ain't hatin Either ways im gettin paid Damn, this weed's so loud youd think id owned a skunk And half this song sound blurry cause im f**ing drunk Yeah i rather puff a B than pop a bottle Let your life tell your story yeah n***a tha** the motto! ---------- !H O O K! ---------- Sippin on gin Like im sippin on water Rolling up a blunt Man this b**h can't get fatter Sippin on that goose Got the triger finger loose You got a lil problem? You can talk to my duece duece X2 --------- !V E R S E 2! --------- If yall could read my mind You would swear im going psycho Im all about that green You can call me f**ing geico Music's half my life and the other half its empty Im barely saving up to buy my mom a f**ing bentley So you think that you cool cause you g**n? Put that thing to yo head it go bang bang! Now you gone so mom start to cry Can't feel bad cause we can all say we tried..