SYRUP SIPPIN LYRICS – DESTROY LONELY

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[Intro]
R-R-R-R-R-R-R-Real n!gga r-r-r-r-r-r-radio
You see, a lot of people, they say they don’t understand these young n!ggas
But you gotta understand that life is a road with a lot of signs
And if you don’t pay attention, sometimes you get lost forever
So I’m shouting out to all my old heads, man
All my n!ggas in the industry, when these young n!ggas step to you, my n!gga
Give them the right answer, my n!gga, the right direction
So they can furth they career and all you DJs play these young n!ggas s*it
If the s*it good, give them a chance, n!gga
This is the fu*king future, man
Woo-woo (Baby Money)
Woo-woo, yeah
Woo-woo (Baby Money, know what I’m saying? On that bulls*it)
Woo-woo

[Chorus]
My b!tch rocking a black bandana
I’m jumping out, East Atlanta
Pop my s*it, don’t need no cameras
Got money, I look like a scammer
My wrist having a goddamn seizure
Everybody must think I’m a tweaker
My weed blowing strong like a speaker
I’m rich, I leave her, it’s cheaper to keep her
Money
B!tch wanna try a G6
All of my hoes top ten
Slam dunk your b!tch, no assist
Huh, check my drip
I need a janitor, I just spilled
I do syrup sipping, I’m sick
I need help, I can’t even feel s*it

[Verse]
She like to geek like a nerd
She want coc*ine, think she Scarface

I been getting way too high
Got ash on my mink carpet
I made the SRT, go skrrt, skrrt, skrrt and now she car sick
Baby Money, money lead a rockstar life, I like to partake (Woo-woo)
I got blood on my Timbs
I just brought your whole damn ATM
I just made a hurricane in here
I shoulda caught this on film
She wanna just fu*k on me, she wanna go fu*k on him
I been living in luxury, got VVS’s on all my limbs

[Chorus]
My b!tch rocking a black bandana (Woo-woo)
I’m jumping out, East Atlanta
Pop my s*it, don’t need no cameras
Got money, I look like a scammer
My wrist having a goddamn seizure
Everybody must think I’m a tweaker
My weed blowing strong like a speaker
I’m rich, I leave her, it’s cheaper to keep her
(Baby), money (Baby Money)
B!tch wanna try a G6 (G6)
All of my hoes top ten
Slam dunk your b!tch, no assist
Huh, check my drip
I need a janitor, I just spilled (Woo-woo)
I do syrup sipping, I’m sick
I need help, I can’t even feel s*it

[Outro]
Baby Money (Woo-woo, woo-woo)
R-R-R-R-R-R-R-Real n!gga r-r-r-r-r-r-radio
Woo-woo (Woo-woo, blatt)
Blatt

[Skit]
Or run out the way, where is the G6 at?
Forty-seven minutes for the shrooms?
-Time is the G6? What time is the G6?
The chocolate bar shrooms though, ’cause that’s what he was talking ’bout