Dipset / Lox (feat. The Lox)

That's how it sound when I walk in

The floor light up, I'm with Billie Jean, ****

Look, we the Dips, Freeky, Juelz, where Capo at?

Y'all just dip salsa, where the nachos at?

In the jungle, same place they killed Pablo at

We handled beef with shells, that's a taco fact

Pulled a gun on Zeek, he say

"What y'all gon' do with that?"

They shot him, he smiled, they said, "Who's that?"

Understandin' **** ain't understand my vision

Now the panoram' surround Cam, pardon my mannerism

Excuse my hand, two hunnid inside the band

Don't look directly in it, you're bound to get an aneurysm

Crib in Florida, six corridors

All marvelous, room for the gardeners

Ah, **** lettin' the lead go

Mighta thought he was Drew the way he bled, so

All on Instagram Live lettin' the feds know

Now you inside writin' books, lettin' your dreads grow

One hell of a run and we still runnin'

The money's on climax and still comin'

When your account start changin', you feel something

I used to window shop, now I could build something

Buy a lot of kicks and love to gamble

My SUV is the new Lambo

Politics is gettin' serious

Diplomatic immunity, livin' off experience

Ay, let the beat drop, Dipset, D-Block

This that straight comeback, no re-rock

Kush got me higher than a treetop

Your girl put my dick in her mouth and did the beatbox

Get her hot, teapot

Pockets lookin' like they got speed knocks

Naughty sweats, Reeboks

Fur draggin' like a Ewok

Race back to back, look like Star Wars when we speed bop

Westside to Eastside, we ride

No top, gettin' dome, gettin' blown while I breeze by

Watch look like I'm tryna freeze time

Drippin' water like I deep-sea dive

Jeans cost a stack, they ain't Levi's

Screamin' when we see cops

A-B-C-D-E-F you, out the G ride

1942, these ain't cheap shots

Amsterdam to Nepperhan, we got these streets locked

**** shoot the heavy guns, shoot in front of anyone

Who lookin' to die when this Henny done?

I'm hoppin' out this European, gettin' in this hooptie

'Cause they let that shit ring when the semi come

They call me David, I wave it like it's a flag, it's a mag in it

And, yeah, I'm squeezin' off everyone

I'm playin' Dip while I dip in the whip

To the set where you slip in the clip

They in check, are they gettin' you hit?

I get a check from the shit that I kick

My left hand went in air, yeah, splittin' ya lip

Need a poppy field like snell, fuck gettin' the brick (Fuck that)

L-O-X, we just stick to the script and keep it clique, what?

That ****, Cam, that's my brother, like my mother's kid

I'm an old dirty bastard, but I love the kids

I be parkin' foreign cars where the gutter is

How you from Harlem, don't know who Huddy is?

And when we got richer than Rich and them

So much money that the Feds wanted to picture them

Shit, you know Rollies with a dab of ranch

Woulda run up on me if you had the chance

Uh, new condo, four rooms in it

Copped a Bentley truck, there's more room in it

So I could pull up to the club with more goons in it

Shit, the Wraith got the stars, I need the moon in it

Shit, you come to New York, you know what it is, ****

Dipset, D-Block, bitch

Donnie, yeah

Ayo, I'm on some other shit

Fuck me too, smack your mother shit

Clap off, want the same years that my brother get (Facts)

Royalty, never broke up, shit is loyalty

Contracts, big deals, the money never spoiled me

Black nine, black fatigue, lyrically a different league

Been high since limelight tunnel, Mr. Seein' Speed

D-Block, hood love, gun underneath your chin

Holes in your Make America Great hat again

A lot of fans, tour bus, more than yours, forty plus

Bar for bar, L-O-X, nothing for us to discuss

We miss you, Pic

You'da told these rap labels to get off our dick

D-Block, Dipset, ain't no other clique, shit