Letra Still sippin Paul Wall

Still sippin

Phone on a hunnid percent just like me
Goin' live in real life, not just IG
My bank balance well balanced gotta match my G
I got that flawless honeycomb drip set on my teeth
See, I'm a backstreet rider, I'm a slow-paced driver
Yeah, I'm crawlin' on spiders, but I'll still race you for the title
You gon' go broke stayin' idle, that's why I stay on go
I'm focused on my net income, I stay on goal
I'm in that drop sittin' low, I sip that wock by the boat
My paint drip out on the floor
Ice in my mouth ten below, yo
What you know about comin' down with the trunk in the air?
Chunkin' deuces up as onlookers stare, a true player

They know that rich glimmering fresh and them hoes staring
Catchin' flights, shootin' spiders in the red baron
Twenty one Mclaren, it's just me and Sharon
Real clean in that new Celine, that's what I'm wearin'
This microphone pays in a lot of ways
Yes I'm catchin' plays, havin' slab holidays
Whatcha know about it?
Never go without it
They steady checkin' for the bag 'cause they know I got it
Flexin' daily, nothin' free, yeah, make 'em pay me
L Dog, chrome 'Lac, reef without the lady
Yes, I'm slidin' live, ridin' five-oh tires
And when they see me in the streets, they catch a whole vibe

It's the S vibes, hunnid plus when I slide
Step outside, don't know which one I'ma drive
Look at my phone, don't know which chick I'ma pick
It's sugar daddy shit, which one of y'all tryna get rich?
Pull out the Caddy, 'cause it's sunny, drippin' on a Sunday
Thank you, God, me and my bros still gettin' this money
Me and Paul used to crawl down them C walls
Me and the Don havin' fun overseas, y'all
OG's ball hard like the pros
Been about twenty years, we still tippin' on the fours
Keepin' haters mouth closed, still stayin' on our toes
Went from rollin' slabs to rollin Rolls, bitch, I'm still throwed, thugger