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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rockout Danny
Rockout Danny
Vocals
VonOff1700
VonOff1700
Vocals
Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel L Togba
Daniel L Togba
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rockout Danny
Rockout Danny
Mixing Engineer
Krow
Krow
Producer

Letra

Hop in this ride and we gon' teach you how to bip (Teach you how to bip)
Lackin' in that Civic, give no fucks about a tint (Fucks about a tint)
See us on they block, I bet the opps ain't doin' shit (Opps ain't doin' nothin')
If you ain't put in for this blunt, I'm sorry, bro, then you can't hit (Splat)
That's who I do it for (That's who I do it for)
Four deep in this ride, I'll bend a block, then bend a couple more (That's cool)
My brother booked for GTA, but wait until he home (Until he home)
I'm tryna leave the trenches, then go post up with a foreign jawn
Ayy, how you comin'?
Tay behind the wheel, I got the aux, now this shit bumpin' (Yeah)
Mr. Dub a Bitch, I can't go out like Travis Hunter (Like Travis Hunter)
Just be posted on the block, the police think we up to somеthin'
In the smoke shop with fake ID, I'm somеthin' like McLovin
I like to get fried (Get fried)
High as fuck, that's how I'm finna spend my whole life (Whole life)
I'm tryna smoke a blunt with Snoop before a **** die ('Fore I trip)
Hotbox the whip, then we gon' bip
If you don't know how to bip, then you shouldn't hop up in this ride
Hop in this ride and we gon' teach you how to bip (Teach you how to bip)
Lackin' in that Civic, give no fucks about a tint (Fucks about a tint)
See us on they block, I bet the opps ain't doin' shit (Opps ain't doin' nothin')
If you ain't put in for this blunt, I'm sorry, bro, then you can't hit
Turn one in two, to three, I know how to flip (How to flip)
Poppin' out in Louis V, I know how to drip (Drip, man)
See the lights and flee the scene, I know how to dip (Skrr)
Park the whip and wipe it clean, I know how to bip (I'm a bipper)
Ten years later, I'm still gunnin' on who runnin' shit
No Limit the squad, fuck **** get hit with a hunnid clip (Grrah)
Rollie on my arm, I drop three-hundred on my charm
Pullin' up in Double Rs (R), ain't duckin' nothin' but the government ('ment)
Rose from the mud, and ran it up, it wasn't easy
Real gangster, I say "I'ma kill a ****", then believe me
Bullets come in 3D, put a hollow in a GD (Baow)
How the fuck I was just bippin', ended up on TV? Yeah (Swerve)
Hop in this ride and we gon' teach you how to bip (Teach you how to bip)
Lackin' in that Civic, give no fucks about a tint (Fucks about a tint)
See us on they block, I bet the opps ain't doin' shit (Opps ain't doin' nothin')
If you ain't put in for this blunt, I'm sorry, bro, then you can't hit
****, I be quick to hop out blick (Hop out)
Man, this shit easy, take a seat and let me teach you how to bip (Teach you how to slide)
First off, go get a gun, like a drizzy or a switch (Or a drac)
Go get a hotcar and some gloves and spin until you catch a vic' (Spin, spin, spin)
When you spot 'em, swing your door and chase the **** 'til he trip (Come out)
Put that bitch up to his face, and make that **** eat the clip (Grrah)
Get to the crib and check the 'net, I bet they on there sayin' "R.I.P." (R.I.P.)
I almost forgot, when you done with it, make sure you burn the whip (Burn the whip)
Say some shit that we don't like, and we gon' take it there (Take it there)
He got hit up with the Drac', so the hospital, he ain't make it there (He dead)
Lil' checkup on his ride, I heard they left that **** face in there (What the fuck?)
That **** died at Popeyes, man, I know his homies hated that, **** (His dumbass)
Hop in this ride and we gon' teach you how to bip (Teach you how to bip)
Lackin' in that Civic, give no fucks about a tint (Fucks about a tint)
See us on they block, I bet the opps ain't doin' shit (Opps ain't doin' nothin')
If you ain't put in for this blunt, I'm sorry, bro, then you can't hit (Splat)
That's who I do it for
Written by: Daniel L Togba, Davon D Meeks, Herbert R Wright
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