lirik lagu rroxket - sergeant dip
[intro]
hmph, hmph, hmph (let’s go)
[verse 1]
huh, who that is? mr. hop out whip (uh, mr. hop out whip)
hop out, ain’t finna catch no fade, i’m finna shoot this crip (uh, i’m finna shoot this crip)
chain gang, uncle, he hit n~gga with blades, just ‘cause he taking the chips (uh)
all i gotta do is pay ‘em minimum wage, i bet you he get a n~gga k!lled (bet you he get a n~gga k!lled, uh)
we spin the n~gga block for a couple days, tryna pour cartoned milk (pour cartoned milk, uh)
hundred shots, n~gga, come out of the drac’, this ain’t no [?] (this ain’t no [?], uh)
my twin, he shoot at the police, he made the sergeant dip (he made the sergeant dip, uh)
we gonna spin n~gga hood, until the target hit (until the target hit, uh)
my n~gga he wild as f~ck, why he be hardly sitting (why he be hardly~, uh)
the percocet withdrawals, n~gga can hardly sh~t (uh, uh)
after i’m through giving this b~tch a face f~ck, this b~tch gon’ hardly spit (gon’ hardly spit, uh)
after i take the perc’ pill, i be geeked up, and n~gga hardly itch (n~gga hardly itch, uh)
four deep, in a hotbox, with the seat up, ‘cause stick hardly fit (stick hardly fit, uh)
i pour a four of wockhardt in a liter, they say i’m probably sick (say i’m probably sick, uh)
just poured a four of wockhardt in a liter, they said i’m probably sick (they said i’m probably sick)
[verse 2]
know i’m just getting high (just getting high)
know i’m just getting fried (uh, just getting fried) when you see me with bloodshot eyes (uh)
in the street, he a thugged out guy (uh)
stand up a gang with this compact nine (uh)
my bro, he bang under the sun, heat shining (uh)
mob life, he fell in love with crime (uh)
locked up, he got a shank, it slime
[?], he don’t watch the date or time (uh)
we in real life gta online
uh, i’m with lil’ bro, and he sticked up, he got the fire in the club (uh, uh)
i can make any lil’ n~gga pretend thug
uh, bro seen how i shot the stick, then gave his fire a hug (uh)
blood on my kicks, [?], got blood on the rug (i got blood on the rug, uh)
you seen him on that floor, with his eyes rolled back (uh)
i don’t think his soul attached (uh, uh)
get on the floor when we kick down the door with these sticks, we don’t give a f~ck ‘bout a latch
you try to run in this trap house for a lil’ l!ck, arp rip up your back
f~ck the keltec, i like perc’~ten~cets
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