Sprite Lee What's In My Cup
[Intro]
Ayy, Slim with the sauce
Bitch I'm up
Ohh, oh oh
Ohh, ohh, oh oh oh
Ohh, oh oh
Ohh, ohh oh
[Chorus]
Oh, what's in my cup, what I'm sippin' now (Sippin' now)
I got vibes runnin' through the house (Through the house)
She on her tippy toes walking down (Walking down)
I told my baby "stand her f..cking ground" (Her f..cking ground)
I might give her seven, eight rounds (Eight rounds)
I might knock that pussy out of bounds (Out of bounds)
Like it how you drippin', shop at every town (Yeah)
Bitch where you wan go, uh (Go)
You don't need no coats, oh (No coats)
I know you sick and tired of seein' other bitches flyin' private when you flyin' coach (Oh yeah), yeah
You ain't gotta do it no more, uh uh
You ain't gotta do it no more
[Verse]
She been workin' on that ass (Okay)
I give her props for that (Her props)
That shit don't mean a thing (A thing)
If you can't throw that shit back (Throw it back)
Go in and call your friends (Uh)
Yeah cause I need a couple of snacks (Of snacks)
I need some hеad to relax (Oh yeah)
I might buy you your favorite bag (Favoritе bag)
I ain't takin' my foot off the gas (Gas)
I know my opps on my ass
But I dropped the roof today (Uh uh uh)
I like the sun in my face (Face)
I ain't goin' outside, nigga no way (Uh uh uh)
I put your baby mama on the cam (Cam)
I beat it up, pass it by the camp (Uh uh)
He on my block, spinnin' the Benz
Call up my brodie, I call up my twin
This shit for life (Ayy)
I cannot ride with niggas that never makin' sacrifice (Ayy, woah)
I cannot ride with bitches that always do shit outta spite (No, no)
That's way too much pressure (Oh uh)
I got my shit together (Ayy)
This cash my lethal weapon (Paow), uh
[Pre-Chorus]
I fly to LA way too much (Ohhh)
I keep on lookin' at your butt
I love that you don't give a f..ck (Ohhh)
I tried it once, I don't like love
That shit for the birds I swear to god (Ohhh)
I'm on a different type of vibe
I catch a different type of high (Woah woah woah)
[Chorus]
Oh, what's in my cup, what I'm sippin' now (Sippin' now)
I got vibes runnin' through the house (Through the house)
She on her tippy toes walking down (Walking down)
I told my baby "stand her f..cking ground" (Her f..cking ground)
I might give her seven, eight rounds (Eight rounds)
I might knock that pussy out of bounds (Out of bounds)
Like it how you drippin', shop at every town (Yeah)
Bitch where you wan go, uh (Go)
You don't need no coats, oh (No coats)
I know you sick and tired of seein' other bitches flyin' private when you flyin' coach (Oh yeah), yeah
You ain't gotta do it no more, uh uh
You ain't gotta do it no more
