IMSIPPINTEAINYOHOOD (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: XXXTENTACION & Saint T]
Yeah
You know I'm posted in the booth with the boof with Ronny J
[?]

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
And boy, I'm sippin' tea in yo' hood
What the f*ck is up, you buttercup?
Purrp in that blunt, smoking suicide, bloody blunts
pus*y boy, you talkin' sh*t for Twitter, it ain't addin' up (Ayy, ayy, okay, okay)
How these pus*y n*ggas moving day to day? I've had enough (Yeah)
Post with that f*cking blade, b*tch, I'll skin your face, huh
di*k on that f*cking gun, I love it when they run (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
f*ck all that talkin' sh*t, do that sh*t for fun, uh
f*ck 'round with these n*ggas, ayy
Stab a body- f*ck do you mean? (Brr)

[Verse 1: Saint T]
Shawty fought me like a pornstar huh
Murdered that b*tch in the forrest huh
Killed that b*tch in the morning huh
[?] huh
Look so pregnant of course uh huh
Don't give a f*ck about your father huh
I'ma f*ck your daughter uh huh
Don't give a f*ck about your orders huh
Fed with the pain, you're going see what's in my brain
Since so freed, been going insane
[?]
She's so sweet like cotton candy
But god I love her she's my main
Or we'll both get hit by rain
I don't wanna see your f*cking face lord
(I can't feel)

[Verse 2: Saint T]
The way I did it before, I'm not even in praying to god
I know you are dead for sure, you better count on the dark
Because I don't pray for fuss
[?]

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION]
And boy, I'm sippin' tea in yo' hood
What the f*ck is up, you buttercup?
Purrp in that blunt, smoking suicide, bloody blunts
pus*y boy, you talkin' sh*t for Twitter, it ain't addin' up (Ayy, ayy, okay, okay)
How these pus*y n*ggas moving day to day? I've had enough (Yeah)
Post with that f*cking blade, b*tch, I'll skin your face, huh
di*k on that f*cking gun, I love it when they run (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
f*ck all that talkin' sh*t, do that sh*t for fun, uh
f*ck 'round with these n*ggas, ayy
Stab a body- f*ck do you mean? (Brr)
[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
Post with that Glock, aim that beam, ayy (Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay)
Put that sh*t right in yo' spleen, ayy
Run through yo' hood, ayy
f*ck n*gga, what's really good? (b*tch)
My n*ggas wish that you would, ayy, ayy