Sip your juice Freestyle (speak the truth)

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Nigga, it's been six fuckin' years I've been rappin' from my phone, bruh
And now the studios, bruh, I gotta make it one day, for real
Alright
I ain't got a lot of wock , let me sip your juice

Call my auntie, yeah, told her to save me 2
Nigga, said with the gang, nigga, who is your crew
Bitch, steady movin' with the team, yeah, there's nothin' new
It's been six years since I started and I still don't matter

I've been stackin' so much money, I'ma need a ladder
Yeah, I know your car fast, but mine's even faster
Pulled up in a UFO, no alien, but I got a blaster
Can get red from G any day, I don't need no script

.357 hit the engine block, made him crash his whip
New gun, got so many attachments, I don't need no grip
Yeah, I see that money on the floor, told him to grab that shit
Bitches tryna break my heart, I can't cry no more

Yeah, I caught that dumb little bitch, she can't lie no more
Nigga, got his candle lit, follow the light, lil' bro
Yeah, I got the thickest bitch, what's  iced spice tho
Remember it's syrup sandwiches, now it's syrup in my drank

If you heard I pulled the K out, then it's not a prank
Told short to turn that shit around, let me give it a spank
Nigga, said, he out here smokin' Za, but all I smell is dang
I'm finna f*ck this new hoe, I'm finna time this bitch

Dylan said he sippin' Wockhardt, well, I find some tris
Nigga said he wanna f*ck a gang, you is not rich
Yeah, there's ice on my neck and ice on my wrist
I will never love again, rather be alone

Nowadays, it's rainy outside, stop callin' my phone
I can't even lie, f*ck this bitch, she missed her chromosome
Yeah, I may sound like POP Smoke, bitch, Lower your tone
Behind these bars, I be rappin', I be really depressed

Younger siblings in the foster care, yeah, I'm really stressed
Yeah, I used to miss class, but make my test
Can't lie, I'm still makin' money, but not feelin' my best
Yeah, I'm gone for a while, finna change my style

Finna put my last pint of wock in to a damn vial
Yeah, I always know where my plug at, finna check my tile
Damn near finna put myself to rest in a damn pile
Yeah, my life is on repeat, I'm so damn bored

My mama always hit me with a switch or a damn cord
Yeah, my two-door hella fast, it's a damn Ford
Yeah, I hit my bitch off the honey pack, it's a damn sword
I used to only smoke woods just to feel good

Nowadays, I'm in the burbans , but I miss the hood
I used to not be a ho, just misunderstood
Niggas nowadays snakes, nigga, who shook
I used to smoke Russian creams, now I smoke blacks

Me and Gang, stay close, we ain't got no slack
The way you hit that free throw, niggas call you Shaq
I can't believe how I'm finna go, but I'll be right back

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