Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Sippin, artist - Sha Hef. Date of issue: 31.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still Sippin |
| Yeah nigga, still sippin' jug, you heard |
| The fuck you niggas talking 'bout |
| Super Villain shit, O.T.M, O.T.M |
| I got whatever for my niggas, a hunnit on the dank |
| Enough for a bitch to put the rest up on a drink |
| Racks under the mattress, don’t keep shit up in no bank |
| If you can’t swim with the sharks then stay your ass up out the tank |
| Hunnit Round Hef, niggas know me as the Billy |
| And I don’t want no deals unless we talking bout a milli' |
| I’m the top goon, and I ain’t talking 'bout Philly |
| Ar-Ab fuck with me if you ever in my bity |
| Big bank roll, can’t fold so my paper straight |
| Money come in all types of ways, don’t gotta paper chase |
| Still clocking, we rocking and we scrape the plate |
| Catch me Ralph Lauren to the floor, don’t do no Bathing Ape |
| Told you niggas I was on your neck, you should’ve saved the date |
| You can say your Hail Marys and Amazing Grace |
| Call TD Jakes, and you still couldn’t shake your fate |
| If they don’t free my nigga BB we gon' break the gates |
| Young Lords swing swords when I want the crown |
| Set up shop if I want the town, take a nick, turn it to a pound |
| Weatherman better get your plow |
| I want my money and I want it now |
| Pocket rockets pop and make a pussy nigga piss |
| Guess I’m a shooting star, tell your bitch to make a wish |
| She get it rocking in the kitchen, playing with the fish |
| Prometh and codeine in my soda how I make my twist |
| I’m from the land where cops kill us, so we kill em back |
| You get up on 'em close range and then you peel his cap |
| Ain’t shit sweet around here, |
| King of the trap, thats a snapple fact, pass the strap |
| Riding 'round, burning pack in a black Benz |
| All black strapped up and we strapped in |
| 4 niggas, 8 guns got us packed in |
| With my Mac-10 I shoot shit up like a packed tent |
| Fuck a beamer, fuck a Benz, I need a lambo |
| Stevies world, RIP my nigga Yambo |
| Jail pose, red bandanna like I’m Rambo |
| Young God, walk on water in 'Lo sandals |
| Pay homage, pour your liquor, light your candles |
| Still sippin, what’s life without the gamble |
| This my life dont like the show, change the channel |
| Big homie, so address me by my handle |
| You heard nigga |
| Big homie, address me by my motherfucking handle |
| Hunnit Round Hef, you niggas know what time it is, man Blackout Boyz forever |
| man, you heard |
| R.I.P. |
| my nigga you hear, real talk |
| Still Sippin' mud, nigga |
| Goofy ass niggas |