(feat. Jim Jones & Hell Rell) [Hook:] It's the Dips, we can't fall off we are sick And keep ridin till the wheels fall off of this bitch Salute, Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo If you get money like ain't shit funny And quick to tell a bitch she ain't getting shit from me Holla back, Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo [J.R. Talks:] Ok, Writer, (DipSet) Who ready? [Verse 1:] Listen, This is natural, we're not compatible A hustler not a rapper dude, don't make me have to clap a few Wrap ya dude, Blat ya through Nigga, fuck a stash box, I got a box in the stash for you You aint a Goonie, yous a Looney Tooney I will use this Uzi to remove ya kufi Troops salute me, dude ya fruity Who's a groupie, and lucky that my shoes are Gucci (why) Cause I stomp creeps, I'm beyond beats Big war guns, check out my arm reach I'll get ya moms leaked (where) stretch out in Palm Beach Iffy till I put you underground then its concrete You stepping up there them hecklers'll flare Peter Rowe leave ya soul in a breathe full of air No body better this year (why) I'm in the zone, and it's like you goin bald, cause you'll never get here/hair [Hook] [Jim Jones: Talks] Wooo (Jones) Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo (Capo) (One-Eyed Willy) [Verse 2: Jim Jones] One-Eyed Willy, head of the Goonie-Goo-Goos (Capo) I'll put paper on ya head just like a su-su Blowin haze in the air out the moon roof While I'm racing, switchin gears in the new coupe So its nothing to 10-90 Peter Rowe you hop in the Benz do 90 I'll cop a new bed buck 90 (ballin) I'm on the block getting bent's where you find me I'm probably spittin out punka seeds 40's off Autobahn tell black dump the weed (we gotta get high) It's 600 for my Dungarees I'm on the corner getting blunted with a bunch of G's (Eastside) So ya life's but a bleep away Well I party at night where the Heat play (down in Miami) Until the cops sub do me (fuck it) I'm claimin DipSet ByrdGang we the Goonies (we the Goonies) [Hook] [Hell Rell Talks] Ok, Ruger Rell DipSet, (I got us Writer) I got us, Yo [Verse 3: Hell Rell] I'm the shit Mr. Doodoo, I'll holla wooo wooo Hundred niggaz hop out hoodied up like boom boom I got Goons on the payroll shorty And I don't tough shit, they move the yayo for me (they move that shit) Money machines count the pesos for me Shit on my neck, that's Range Rove money My jewelry starting to add up to cars my brother Magnum on one wrist, Charger on the other When I die my house gonna be a tourist attraction You serious that's the same chair Hell Rell sat in (you serious) You lyin, that's the same toilet Hell Rell crapped in (na you lyin) Mink carpets and he got it from rappin, ruger double action You wanna learn about some cain nigga talk to me You wanna know who own the city cruise New York wit me (DipSet) I bring the grittiest out (yeah) And if Rell in the building all the Goonies in the city come out (yeah) [Hook]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Jim Jones & Hell Rell) [Hook:] It's the Dips, we can't fall off we are sick And keep ridin till the wheels fall off of this bitch Salute, Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo If you get money like ain't shit funny And quick to tell a bitch she ain't getting shit from me Holla back, Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo, Wooo Wooo [J.R. Talks:] Ok, Writer, (DipSet) Who ready? [Verse 1:] Listen, This is natural, we're not compatible A hustler not a rapper dude, don't make me have to clap a few Wrap ya dude, Blat ya through Nigga, fuck a stash box, I got a box in the stash for you You aint a Goonie, yous a Looney Tooney I will use this Uzi to remove ya kufi Troops salute me, dude ya fruity Who's a groupie, and lucky that my shoes are Gucci (why) Cause I stomp creeps, I'm beyond beats Big war guns, check out my arm reach I'll get ya moms leaked (where) stretch out in Palm Beach Iffy till I put you underground then its concrete You stepping up there them hecklers'll flare Peter Rowe leave ya soul in a breathe full of air No body better this year (why) I'm in the zone, and it's like you goin bald, cause you'll never get here/hair [Hook] [Jim Jones: Talks] Wooo (Jones) Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo (Capo) (One-Eyed Willy) [Verse 2: Jim Jones] One-Eyed Willy, head of the Goonie-Goo-Goos (Capo) I'll put paper on ya head just like a su-su Blowin haze in the air out the moon roof While I'm racing, switchin gears in the new coupe So its nothing to 10-90 Peter Rowe you hop in the Benz do 90 I'll cop a new bed buck 90 (ballin) I'm on the block getting bent's where you find me I'm probably spittin out punka seeds 40's off Autobahn tell black dump the weed (we gotta get high) It's 600 for my Dungarees I'm on the corner getting blunted with a bunch of G's (Eastside) So ya life's but a bleep away Well I party at night where the Heat play (down in Miami) Until the cops sub do me (fuck it) I'm claimin DipSet ByrdGang we the Goonies (we the Goonies) [Hook] [Hell Rell Talks] Ok, Ruger Rell DipSet, (I got us Writer) I got us, Yo [Verse 3: Hell Rell] I'm the shit Mr. Doodoo, I'll holla wooo wooo Hundred niggaz hop out hoodied up like boom boom I got Goons on the payroll shorty And I don't tough shit, they move the yayo for me (they move that shit) Money machines count the pesos for me Shit on my neck, that's Range Rove money My jewelry starting to add up to cars my brother Magnum on one wrist, Charger on the other When I die my house gonna be a tourist attraction You serious that's the same chair Hell Rell sat in (you serious) You lyin, that's the same toilet Hell Rell crapped in (na you lyin) Mink carpets and he got it from rappin, ruger double action You wanna learn about some cain nigga talk to me You wanna know who own the city cruise New York wit me (DipSet) I bring the grittiest out (yeah) And if Rell in the building all the Goonies in the city come out (yeah) [Hook]
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