T-O-E, Nicotine
Puff that cig, yeah I'm that fiend
Smokin that gas with the double cup Lean
I'm f*cked up bitch I'm a lyrical Machine
And I'm stuntin' on the scene with my Pockets full of green
And my jeans got inseams make ya Bank account scream
My team roll supreme weigh it on a Triple beam
I'm as fly as I seem you can call me Mr. Dean
Social Dropout
Knock you out
We poppin rounds
In yo face
Aint talkin mace
Two AM, we at yo place
Creepin round the block
But you don't keep yo shit locked
I'm comin in without the knock
Semi Auto f*ckin cocked
Sippin on that shit
Straight out the bottle
At the safe house
If she suck it better swallow
Everyone wants a mother f*ckin Model
We be racing to the top full f*cking Throttle
F*ck a bitch one time
On the corner selling dimes
Nobody can pacify
Murder cannot satisfy
And I got no alibi
Shit was on impulse
I was coming real close
To a f*ckin overdose (What?)
Pour it up
In my cup
Get a bad bitch
I been staring at them titties
She aint even flinch
She been tryna get with me
So this shit is f*cking
Light work
She might be an overnighter
She a writer
I hope she tighter
Hold up that aint the right word
Ima spit and say something Ridiculous again
Hold my dick in my hand
While im writing with my pen
Since the begging I been mother F*ckin different
Ima stay sinning and coming off Ignorant
And yall could never know what the F*ck to do (Do)
Ima pull you to this gun
And push the bullet through (Through)
But im not quite done
Im not here only to have fun
Even though im drinking beer
Sipping rum
Beat her booty like a drum
Aint no body come
Close to me
Aint supposed to be
This fly
Don't you see
Shawty come and smoke with me
From the new school but I sound OG
Yall sounding like OMG
She don't forget her hair tie
I'm fried
Mother f*cking zombie eyes
Deep throat she gon cry
But she don't mind
Everyday I grind
Everyday I shine
Open up your mind
I've opened up mine
And now I've redesigned
An entirely new mother f*ckin Outline (Bitch!)
Sippin on that shit
Straight out the Bottle
At the safe house
If she suck it better Swallow
Everyone wants
A mother f*cking Model
We be racing to the top
Full f*cking throttle
Sippin and sippin and sippin this Down
One too many ain't keepin this down
Off to the bathroom to kiss the Throne
Ooo shit that porcelain cold
I'm alcoholic everyone knows
Don't give a shit this the life I chose
Booger sugar all in this nose
Not one for winter but I love the Snow
Please can I have some no no no
Only for the drop outs get yo own
Tryna get the crew stoned to the Bone
Old roommates if you know you Know
Don't even lie I know you don't
Seen yo brain it's kinda slow
Playing with sticks you 20 years old
We the best in the game bitch behold
Sippin' (Prod. Madebyflowerz) Video (MV)
Performed By: Social Dropout
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: Jacob Van Patten, Tim Brizzell, Tyler Hinman
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T-O-E, Nicotine
Puff that cig, yeah I'm that fiend
Smokin that gas with the double cup Lean
I'm f*cked up bitch I'm a lyrical Machine
And I'm stuntin' on the scene with my Pockets full of green
And my jeans got inseams make ya Bank account scream
My team roll supreme weigh it on a Triple beam
I'm as fly as I seem you can call me Mr. Dean
Social Dropout
Knock you out
We poppin rounds
In yo face
Aint talkin mace
Two AM, we at yo place
Creepin round the block
But you don't keep yo shit locked
I'm comin in without the knock
Semi Auto f*ckin cocked
Sippin on that shit
Straight out the bottle
At the safe house
If she suck it better swallow
Everyone wants a mother f*ckin Model
We be racing to the top full f*cking Throttle
F*ck a bitch one time
On the corner selling dimes
Nobody can pacify
Murder cannot satisfy
And I got no alibi
Shit was on impulse
I was coming real close
To a f*ckin overdose (What?)
Pour it up
In my cup
Get a bad bitch
I been staring at them titties
She aint even flinch
She been tryna get with me
So this shit is f*cking
Light work
She might be an overnighter
She a writer
I hope she tighter
Hold up that aint the right word
Ima spit and say something Ridiculous again
Hold my dick in my hand
While im writing with my pen
Since the begging I been mother F*ckin different
Ima stay sinning and coming off Ignorant
And yall could never know what the F*ck to do (Do)
Ima pull you to this gun
And push the bullet through (Through)
But im not quite done
Im not here only to have fun
Even though im drinking beer
Sipping rum
Beat her booty like a drum
Aint no body come
Close to me
Aint supposed to be
This fly
Don't you see
Shawty come and smoke with me
From the new school but I sound OG
Yall sounding like OMG
She don't forget her hair tie
I'm fried
Mother f*cking zombie eyes
Deep throat she gon cry
But she don't mind
Everyday I grind
Everyday I shine
Open up your mind
I've opened up mine
And now I've redesigned
An entirely new mother f*ckin Outline (Bitch!)
Sippin on that shit
Straight out the Bottle
At the safe house
If she suck it better Swallow
Everyone wants
A mother f*cking Model
We be racing to the top
Full f*cking throttle
Sippin and sippin and sippin this Down
One too many ain't keepin this down
Off to the bathroom to kiss the Throne
Ooo shit that porcelain cold
I'm alcoholic everyone knows
Don't give a shit this the life I chose
Booger sugar all in this nose
Not one for winter but I love the Snow
Please can I have some no no no
Only for the drop outs get yo own
Tryna get the crew stoned to the Bone
Old roommates if you know you Know
Don't even lie I know you don't
Seen yo brain it's kinda slow
Playing with sticks you 20 years old
We the best in the game bitch behold
Puff that cig, yeah I'm that fiend
Smokin that gas with the double cup Lean
I'm f*cked up bitch I'm a lyrical Machine
And I'm stuntin' on the scene with my Pockets full of green
And my jeans got inseams make ya Bank account scream
My team roll supreme weigh it on a Triple beam
I'm as fly as I seem you can call me Mr. Dean
Social Dropout
Knock you out
We poppin rounds
In yo face
Aint talkin mace
Two AM, we at yo place
Creepin round the block
But you don't keep yo shit locked
I'm comin in without the knock
Semi Auto f*ckin cocked
Sippin on that shit
Straight out the bottle
At the safe house
If she suck it better swallow
Everyone wants a mother f*ckin Model
We be racing to the top full f*cking Throttle
F*ck a bitch one time
On the corner selling dimes
Nobody can pacify
Murder cannot satisfy
And I got no alibi
Shit was on impulse
I was coming real close
To a f*ckin overdose (What?)
Pour it up
In my cup
Get a bad bitch
I been staring at them titties
She aint even flinch
She been tryna get with me
So this shit is f*cking
Light work
She might be an overnighter
She a writer
I hope she tighter
Hold up that aint the right word
Ima spit and say something Ridiculous again
Hold my dick in my hand
While im writing with my pen
Since the begging I been mother F*ckin different
Ima stay sinning and coming off Ignorant
And yall could never know what the F*ck to do (Do)
Ima pull you to this gun
And push the bullet through (Through)
But im not quite done
Im not here only to have fun
Even though im drinking beer
Sipping rum
Beat her booty like a drum
Aint no body come
Close to me
Aint supposed to be
This fly
Don't you see
Shawty come and smoke with me
From the new school but I sound OG
Yall sounding like OMG
She don't forget her hair tie
I'm fried
Mother f*cking zombie eyes
Deep throat she gon cry
But she don't mind
Everyday I grind
Everyday I shine
Open up your mind
I've opened up mine
And now I've redesigned
An entirely new mother f*ckin Outline (Bitch!)
Sippin on that shit
Straight out the Bottle
At the safe house
If she suck it better Swallow
Everyone wants
A mother f*cking Model
We be racing to the top
Full f*cking throttle
Sippin and sippin and sippin this Down
One too many ain't keepin this down
Off to the bathroom to kiss the Throne
Ooo shit that porcelain cold
I'm alcoholic everyone knows
Don't give a shit this the life I chose
Booger sugar all in this nose
Not one for winter but I love the Snow
Please can I have some no no no
Only for the drop outs get yo own
Tryna get the crew stoned to the Bone
Old roommates if you know you Know
Don't even lie I know you don't
Seen yo brain it's kinda slow
Playing with sticks you 20 years old
We the best in the game bitch behold
Writer: Jacob Van Patten, Tim Brizzell, Tyler Hinman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid