What You Been Drankin On (feat. Paul Wall & P. Diddy)

Dipset, motherfuckers

Jha Jha, Jim Jones, Paul Wall, they call me Diddy

Y'all motherfuckers must have lost your mind

I wish a motherfucka would

What you been drankin on? What you been sippin on?

What got you bumpin in the funk with all that gator on?

What you been drankin on? What you been sippin on?

What got you bumpin in the funk with 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 said, what you been drankin on?

I was up in the club vibing, sipping on sizzurp vibing

Getting a little close with my man, slow grinding to the jams

These girls gon' start wilding

They gots to start tripping, they gots the crowd listening

You know the type, wanna fight when they get a little Lite

Them chicks just need attention

They're playing different ground, I'm saying get from round me

If you spill that drink on my brand new mink

I'ma split every bitch that's round me

We can buck if you want to

I'm the type that'll give you what you want, boo

Y'all chick's ain't stiffing me

I've got a bunch of G's that's just waiting for us to bang through the roof

You ain't drunk ****, you ain't drunk ****

Till that sizzurp and Henny is in your cup, ****

What you been sippin on? What you been hittin on?

It be them chicks in bikinis, we brought them Cris' on

Let's ride that out, stop that talk outside your mouth

I'll put guys outside your house

We the hottest in the south

Bad boy, Dipset, baby girl, get your lips wet

Maybach like that chauffeur, money ain't too far from Oprah

You shoulda seen what I paid my chauffeur

It's enough to buy you a roster

This toaster, this holster

Take you on a rollercoaster

You ain't popping like Diddy, baby, I'm rocking with Diddy

Baby, the Drops is terrific, kid, them wrists to 80

What you been sippin on? Who you been smoking with?

What got you acting all silly doing stupid shit?

'Cause you ain't drunk ****, you little fuck ****

You ain't bad, you's a fag, you ain't tough, ****

What you been drankin on?

Y'all know the deal, long john shirt don't show the steal

Ski mask when we go in to kill

We blast and you know we will

We don't mash in this oldsmobile

Revving your block, slow as hell

Look for you fucks, unload the shells

A **** get caught then please post bail

Eastside to the homies in jail

Know how it be, that lonely S-L

When the turf is smokey as hell

You cooking it up then going to hell

I'm with a bitch, with a purse she's going to steal

I'm so for real, move the candy ring to get the candy paint

For them pretty Range Rover wheels

What you been sippin on? What's in that white cup?

It's the Memphis-zine, codeine, not purple-tuss, no

'Cause you ain't leaning bitch, you ain't codeine-ing, bitch

That cup and money you ain't high, you ain't sleepy, bitch

I see what you been drankin on

Cock the forty, hold the deuce

Mixed with Sprite, maybe juice

Prepare to lean off that codeine

Prescription, call it syrup, gets me loose

The white cup that's full of oil

Texas T, we call it drank

Sitting sideways on them 4's

It's lavish, dripping wet candy paint

Who's the man, who's the G?

Houston, Texas, the 713

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 slangin leash

When I mix the Sprite up with that syrup

I'll show you how to make a Sprite remix

Dipset, Bad Boy, Jim Jones, Jha Jha, Paul Wall

They call me Diddy, Harlem, stand up

Dirty South, stand up

Mid West, stand up

West coast, stand up

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