Ay, I sip the lean in the car My shooter rock out like guitars Take his girl and I'm breaking her heart Me and Gabe, we be shining like stars Smoking dope, I don't fuck with the bars I think I landed on Mars They be hating 'cause we living large Ay, why

Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people When the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try to dog him 'round Well, I was born in Mississippi And I don't take any stuff from you I've got my pistols in my pockets boys I'm Alabama bound I've got my pistols

This beer in my hand is just enough courage To say what I'm feeling Cause you got me all nervous Just like you do every time You're lookin' like that I freeze up and I take another sip Lean in a little closer like this What you got me sayin'

Where the elite always meet Down in New Orleans, the land of dreams Or just how much it really means The land of dreams where I can lose My Basin Street blues Now won't you come along with me To the Mississippi? We'll take a trip to the land of dreams

If you were my last breath, I'd just wanna hold ya If you were my last night I ever had on wheels, I woulda drive you like I stole ya I'd press you to my lips, take a little sip Swirl you around and around and around Then I'd shoot you down If you were

Lil' buddy what you want? Some violent shit! Whattup? Hey baby, I got the potion Take a sip of this and put your back in motion Two-step and lay back, still wilin' shit Two step and lay back, still wilin' shit Tell yo' momma I'm a ghet-to su-per-star

Devil in the bottle There's a devil in a bottle that just won't let me be Well, there's a devil in the bottle, staring straight at me Daring me to reach out, but I know he's testing me If I take just one sip, I become that devil's son Act a fool, sell my

Sippin' on the drank, sippin' on the drank All about the mula, all about the mula Word to the bird, I ain't never take her fur shoppin' Sippin' on the drank, I ain't tryna think Runnin' through them keys way before Khaled Runnin' with the pushas way

Just gimme the gees an we be clubbin yow. Gal a make wi please and we be thuggin' now. Sippin' Hennesy an we'll be bubblin yow. Set we mind at ease we got to take it slow. So when you see the S.P. floatin' don't provoke him Cause the girls we be poking

I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers And I'd like to check you for ticks 'Cause I'd like to see you out in the moonlight I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks Every time you take a sip In this smoky atmosphere You press that bottle