Mr. Marcelo - Dip and Turn lyrics

[Hook - 4x] Swung then I swerve, dip as I turn Pop my-pop my sip, and I burn [Mr. Marcelo] Slab I be dipping, lane to lane switching Candy paint dripping, while I'm wood grain gripping I sco' it up in H-Town, cook it in the kitchen And drop it on the Northside, right there by my n***as Now I'm on the Southside, where they make it pop Bumping my n***a Z-Ro, Screwed Up and Chopped Puffing on purple, sipping on purple 84 cannon lil' daddy, it's purple I don't just talk, homie I live it No bullsh** n***a, this is square business Yeah I swang, and I swerve And I dip and I sip, and I never hit the curb [Hook - 4x] [Z-Ro] I represent the legendary, Screwed Up Click f** a girlfriend, I'm in a relationship with my blued up b**h I bought her some chrome shoes to roll on, plus a wood grain wheel I hold on And the stash spot got protection, plus the presidential kush I blow on Lamborgini do's they open and close, while giving these haters hell Drinking a pint of codeine, showing off my TV screens with Dave Chappelle Got the big grill with my name in it, in candy blue letters Checking a** n***as come and get it, the 3-57 will damage you fella [Hook - 4x] [Louie the 14th] Suicide doors, with the guts cleaned out Motorola chirping, must mean the fiends out Blowing on purp', sipping on lean Money over b**hes n***a, get the getty-green bu*terfly doors, on a European whip In the dope spot, with a European chick Chopping on blades, bumping Young Pimp Gripping wood grain, in a candy apple hemp Rolling on swangas, finger on the trigger Really ain't tripping on, snitching a** n***as Billy goat grilling, leather all in it Roof invisible, with the twelve inch vision [Hook - 4x]