What You Been Drankin On

Dipset motherfuckers Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Paul Wall... they call me Diddy You all motherfuckers must have lost your mind AH!!!! What you been drinking on What you been sippin on What got you bumpin in the funk wit all that gator on 'Cause you ain't drunk hoe You ain't drunk hoe You ain't riding you ain't live you ain't drunk hoe I was up in the club vibing, sipping on sizzurp vibing Getting a little flow for my man wanna just slow to the jams these girls wanna start wylin They got to start tripping, they got the crowd listening, You know the type wanna get into a fight when it's light them chicks just need attention They playing "Get from Round", I'm saying get from round me If you spill that drink on my brand new mink I'm gonna split every bitch that's around me We can buck if you want to I'm the type that'll give you what you want boo You all chicks can't stand me I bet a bunch of Gees, just wait 'til I bust to the roof 'Cause you ain't drunk nigga You ain't drunk nigga 'Til that sizzurp and henny is in your cup nigga What you been sipping on? What you been hitting on? You see them chicks in Bakinies we're spilling Chrisses on (Call me Diddy) Let's ride that out Stop that talk outside your mouth I'll put guys outside your house We're the hottest in the south Badboy, Dipset Baby girl, get your lips wet Maybach like that shoffa Money ain't to far from Oprah's You should've seen what I paid my shoffer It's enough to buy you a Roadster This toaster, supposed to, take you on a rollercoaster You ain't popping like Diddy baby, I'm rocking witg Diddy baby The Drops is terrific kid, the watches cost 80 motherfucker... What you been drinking on Who you been smocking with What got you acting all silly doing stupid shit 'Cause you ain't drunk nigga You little fuck nigga You ain't bad, you're a fagg, you ain't tough nigga You all know the deal, Long John shirt don't show the steel Ski mask when we're gone to kill We blast and you know we will We don't mash just olds-mobiles Ride to your block slow as hell Look for you fucks than unload the shells, A nigga get caught than please post bail Eastside to my homies in jail Know how it be that lonely S.L. Full of turf that smokey S.L. You cooking it than you going to hell I'm with a bitch in the front seat holding the steal Doc, I'm so for real Move the candy ring to get the candycane, For them pretty Range Rova wheels What you been sippin on? Whats in that white cup? It's that promethazine, codeine, not purple tub! 'Cause you ain't leaning bitch You ain't codieneing bitch That cup and money, you ain't high, you ain't sleepy bitch Cock the 4, pour the deuce Mix the sprite made a juice Prepare to lean off that codeine Prescription cough syrup gets me loose White cup that's full of that oil Texas T we call it drank Sitting sideways on them 4's lavish dripping wet candy paint Who's the man, who's the G Houston, Texas and 7 1 3 I'm on the block that we call south-lee Sipping oil with the thugs and G's Paul Wall what you know about me I'm on the grind and I'm slanging leash When I mix the sprite wit this sizzurp I'll show you how to make a sprite remix Dipset, BadBoy, Jim Jones, Jah Jah, Paul Wall... They call me diddy!... Harlem "stand up" Dirty South "stand up", "Midwest stand up" Westcoast "stand up"... Yeah... (come on, come on)