Branden Vader - Sippin lyrics

[Hook: Beatnet] Til six in the morning I'm Sippin' Sippin'(4x) All these n***as mad man we ain't even Trippin' Trippin' (4x) Don't leave your girl round me cuz I'm Grippin' Grippin' (4x) You can bust it open as long you know I ain't Trippin; Tippin' (4x) Everything High Cla** you ain't sitting where I'm sitting! [Verse 1: Branden Vader] Two cups, I'm f**ed up What up Bob & Molly don't take too much O you the type that really don't say too much? Shots to the head whole place screwed up And you know I don't play too much Cup on the rocks Jeep Wranglers Na, really what you Sippin'? I'm tryna feel you out and I ain't talkin bout prescriptions You don't need two chains to make you different Lets cut the bullsh** and jump straight to the trimming I'm from that three three and I ain't talkin' bout that Pippen Cup to the rim so we call it Blake Griffin Then we Then we Bang that sh** Ark on the beat n***a Bang that sh** Flow so nanas can't tame that sh** This that three K can't hang like this [Hook] [Verse 2: Beatnet] I'm catchin' my wobble of this bottle (ay) All these girls at my table lookin' like models (ay) They catching feelings I'm illin I'm on the ceiling If they on it I'm k**ing we blow buldings Too many shots to the dome f** it I ain't driving home Can't find my phone, I'm in another zone Time of my life, swisher full of flight If she ain't putting out that's the sh** I don't like! You can't tell me a damn thang I'm doin me And my shoes is worth more than your j**lery We ain't even worried bout your Tom Foolery Cuz my cla** is too High you can't sit with me We getting breaded I said it get on my echelon You can't chief what I'm chiefin' man this the best we on Get your progression on Run it like marathons You can tell we on [Hook] [Verse 3: Michael Donatello] sh**, hold up! Did someone say Party?! I'm ready to get white boy wasted, GNARLY!! All about me myself and I no Carly You can find me kickin' in the hills Chris Farley Baby pop a pill, I can show you how it feel I love it even if its fake, I'm just trynna keep it real If that ain't right baby, you can prove me wrong Meanwhile i'm on my boss sh**, call that Corleone Its High Cla**, What up! Green got us Stuck up You know that money talks, so you hatin n***as shutup We ain't goin in man, we goin insanee Cup after cup, and they all do the same What I like? A lot mo, bounce it like a 6 fo On these tracks I be comin off like a stripshow Not a juvenile, lemme see that slow motion f** makin it clap make that thing cause a commotion [Hook]