Cydnei Chyan - Dippin' Lyrics

See I be the man wit the plan
Those diamonds they might make her dance
No thank you not poppin no xans
I rather just smoke on my trees
I flipped it 180 degrees
I do it however I please
I'm sorry you don't got the Steeze
This gas is might me sneeze
Ok so fat I got bass in the trunk
I basically do what I want ya
My nigga gone pass me the blunt
This foreign in whippin so dumb
I put it in sports mode and go
Then I go fuck up my show
I really be showing these hoes
Foot on the gas
Foot on they throat

Wanna go stupid aye
Not parkin I'm movin aye
Bad gal look boujie aye
Too cool no groupie aye
In Austin got powers
I'm groovy aye
Dippin I'm movin aye
Dippin I'm movin aye
(Repeat)

A bitch will hate on the day that you make it
Talk to the hand I don't want no face time
You dont even speak I know that's that fake shit
I go out to brand but hoes are too basic
And just be sayin that I really want friends
Then I get to thinkin that's just a dead end
Bitches be trippin and callin you best friend
Then fuck on ya nigga but then they be ducking
No callin it quits I'll knuck if you buckin
I'm not with the hits
But I don't do the fussin
But I'm with the shits
But they be just bluffin
We don't do the fake end of discussion
But back to the part where I'm talkin about money Get to the bag
Ain't nothin else for me
Momma so strong
I can't be no dummy
Brotha 13 he need food in his tummy

Wanna go stupid aye
Not Parkin I'm movin aye
Bad gal look boujie aye
To cool no groupy aye
In Austin got powers
I'm groovy aye
Dippin I'm movin aye
Dippin I'm movin aye
(Repeat)