How To Bip lyrics

[Chorus]
Hop in this ride and we gon' teach you how to bip (Teach you how to bip)
Lackin' in that Civic, give no f*cks about a tint (f*cks about a tint)
See us on they block, I bet the opps ain't doin' sh*t (Opps ain't doin' nothin')
If you ain't put in for this blunt, I'm sorry, bro, then you can't hit (Splat)

[Verse 1]
That's who I do it for (That's who I do it for)
Four deep in this ride, I'll bend a block, then bend a couple more (That's cool)
My brother booked for GTA, but winnin' 'til he home (Until he home)
I'm tryna leave the trenches, then go post up with a foreign jawn
Ayy, how you comin'?
Tay behind the wheel, I got the aux, now this sh*t bumpin' (Yeah)
Mr. Dub a b*tch, I can't go out like Travis Hunter (Like Travis Hunter)
Just be posted on the block, the police think we up to somеthin'
In the smoke shop with fake ID, I'm somеthin' like McLovin
I like to get fried (Get fried)
High as f*ck, that's how I'm finna stay my whole life (Whole life)
I'm tryna smoke a blunt with Snoop before a n*gga die ('Fore I trip)
Hotbox the whip, then we gon' bip
If you don't know how to bip, then you shouldn't hop up in this ride

[Chorus]
Hop in this ride and we gon' teach you how to bip (Teach you how to bip)
Lackin' in that Civic, give no f*cks about a tint (f*cks about a tint)
See us on they block, I bet the opps ain't doin' sh*t (Opps ain't doin' nothin')
If you ain't put in for this blunt, I'm sorry, bro, then you can't hit
[Verse 2]
I got the news they brother checked, so guess who I be rollin' up (Guess who I be rollin' up)
I mixed the opp up with the eighth, now that sh*t f*ckin' with my chest (That sh*t f*ckin' with my chest)
Please stay out the way 'cause even heroes gettin' put to rest
They said, "You sound like Polo G," I'm sorry, this the way I rap
Uh, four deep in this Civic, bippin' like a big body (Like a big body)
I just started rappin', before this sh*t, the gang was robbin'
Know a b*tch who tried to run, we hit that cut and still got 'em
(Know a b*tch who tried to run, we hit that cut and still got 'em)
Showed the ho some sh*t she'd never seen, now her lil' ass in love
I know you f*ckin' with the kid, but I found love in hella drugs (In hella drugs)
I'm tryna roll the fat, I check the pack, I only got enough
Mama hit my jack like, "What you on?" I'm bippin' with my thugs (With my thugs)

[Chorus]
Hop in this ride and we gon' teach you how to bip (Teach you how to bip)
Lackin' in that Civic, give no f*cks about a tint (f*cks about a tint)
See us on they block, I bet the opps ain't doin' sh*t (Opps ain't doin' nothin')
If you ain't put in for this blunt, I'm sorry, bro, then you can't hit (Splat)

[Outro]
That's who I do it for