Dip Dip lyrics

[Chorus]
Murder Gang sh*t
You ain't Slaughter Gang, you don't speak my language
n*ggas really lame, boy, they lamer than a b*tch
Eat you pus*y-n*ggas, like a f*cking sandwich
Maison Margiela cost a grip, grip, grip
b*tches say they love the way I drip, drip, drip
I eat that pus*y up and then I lick, lick, lick
Wet a n*gga block and then I dip, dip, dip

[Verse 1]
Young Savage pull up on your f*cking on your mother (Your mother)
Young Savage, b*tch, I'm hanging with my brothers (Brother)
Slaughter Gang savages, yeah, them my brothers (Yeah, them my brother)
Slaughter Gang got choppers, like under covers (Pew, pew, pew)
Hit that b*tch with a rubber (Yeah)
f*ck her on the dresser, boy, I f*ck her on the covers (Yeah, yeah)
I keep a lethal weapon, like my name Danny Glover (Yeah)
I'm just here to f*ck, yeah, baby, I ain't here to love, yeah (21)
Send you to your n*gga 'cause I heard he a sucker (Sucker)
If he run up on me like a swisher, I'ma a bust 'em (Buuh)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, n*gga get to duckin' (Duckin')
I'm a ladies man, b*tches call me MC lovin' (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Murder Gang sh*t
You ain't Slaughter Gang, you don't speak my language
n*ggas really lame, boy they lamer than a b*tch
Eat you pus*y-n*ggas like a f*cking sandwich
Maison Margiela cost a grip, grip, grip
b*tches say they love the way I drip, drip, drip
I eat that pus*y up and then I lick, lick, lick
Wet a n*gga block and then I dip, dip, dip
[Verse 2]
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, scrape the motherf*ckin' bowl up
Young Savage, b*tch, I'm in the kitchen cooking cola
Real street n*gga, man, I love that baking soda
b*tch, get on my nerves
I pour a motherf*ckin' four up (Mud, mud)
Told that n*gga get his funds up (Yeah)
Rep that Sex Money, so you know I got my guns up
Word on the street, Savage f*cked your baby mamma (I did) Jamaican Don Dada, I murder for fun, yeah
I bought that b*tch a Benz 'cause she use to drive a Honda (Wuu, wuu)
You been skripping all your life and you still stay with your mamma (Broke-ass b*tch)

[Chorus]
Murder Gang sh*t
You ain't Slaughter Gang, you don't speak my language
n*ggas really lame, boy they lamer than a b*tch
Eat you pus*y-n*ggas like a f*cking sandwich
Maison Margiela cost a grip, grip, grip
b*tches say they love the way I drip, drip, drip
I eat that pus*y up and then I lick, lick, lick
Wet a n*gga block and then I dip, dip, dip