Sippin Slow - Neako, Killa Kyleon

Killa, yah

And um

‘Bout a half a clip I’m smokin'

Rollin' through the city in a full cloud

Crack and let the window open

The streets could smell as I cruise by

Slow-mo cause I’m sipped up

One word and get ya bitch fucked

I got a million flows, I always switch ‘em up

And I never run when it’s fisticuffs

Slow-mo, slow-mo, slow-mo is what I’m feelin'

Sour smoke, expensive clothes, blowin' O’s as I’m willin'

Gettin' poured up wit' Killa

Breakin' down 8ths wit' Young L

Don’t matter if we really don’t sip at all, we could sell it right back,

it’s gon' sell

It’s H-town in my town, they cupped up and poured down

R.I.P.

to DJ Screw, they livin' they lives like yours now

As a real nigga, just sip slow

A real bitch, let ya nigga know

I be high as hell off that rugby or that purple dreams in my videos

Everyday we keep rollin' up, gotta get this paper

Everyday we keep pourin' up, man I be so faded

Everyday we keep rollin' up, gotta get this paper

Everyday we keep pourin' up, man I be so faded

Every time when you see me, I’m pourin' up them 4's

Breathin' in that loud, and blow it out my nose

Sittin' next to me, guaranteed is ho’s

We all goin' ghost, movin' really slow

Every time when you see me, I’m pourin' up them 4's

Breathin' in that loud, and blow it out my nose

Sittin' next to me, guaranteed is ho’s

All goin' ghost, sippin' really slow

Spiked lean, I do the right thing

I got purple label in my white cup

And my red car, wit' my yellow broad

On my chrome 4's, and my white guts

Gone, full of green, so is my pockets

Ball like I hoop for the Houston Rockets

Otis Thorpe, I lean to dream

I’m comin' down, the king in my Houston Rocket

Time machine and it’s loud

a woman, pleadin' wit' the crowd

My cup double, smokin' on that Keysha

I’m catchin' y’all catchin' cabs

Me and Neako, serve no Cliquot

Fuck that if it’s not sauce or pico

We do it big, and y’all do it peephole

So when ya girl feed ya, that’s where my piece go

Big old necklace’s, I’m on that Texas shit

Y’all just practice drills, I’d done perfected it

I’m a perfectionist, always wreckin' shit

Proto-south flow, I spit fresh shit

Y’all just talk bread, I be collectin' it

Always on my grind, I got checks to get

Yellow and white stones make sure my necklace lit

Hottest rappers out, didn’t make the Freshman list

Not no freshman though, I am a veteran bro

Dropped up off one bitch, seein' who next to blow

Sittin' in first class, wit' you in the exit row

Get yourself haters, just open the exit door

Sittin' sideways, still tippin'

Jammin' screw and I’m still sippin'

Boy that Big Moe, got me leanin'

Eyes closed, now it got me dreamin'

Every time when you see me, I’m pourin' up them 4's

Breathin' in that loud, and blow it out my nose

Sittin' next to me, guaranteed is ho’s

We all goin' ghost, movin' really slow

Every time when you see me, I’m pourin' up them 4's

Breathin' in that loud, and blow it out my nose

Sittin' next to me, guaranteed is ho’s

All goin' ghost, sippin' really slow