Hook: (Tell them haters I'm tipsy) Ya heard? Rock with me. Callin' everybody be ballin' in my city (I'm tipsy) Picture me off the Hennessy, mad mommies up in the bar tryna get with me (Tipsy) Gucci my absolute state of mind, if you ever hated on me, then you can stay in line (I'm Tipsy) Pardon my arrogance, I came from the bottom but now I'm used to that American dollar, so I'm... (Tipsy!) Verse: Mad niggas with the piff rolled up - I sold it to 'em, yeah, the game's sewed up. I pull up rockin' inside a damn Range, pockets are FAT, my champagne is worth more than ya damn chain I be swervin' inside a damn lane... Solo for dolo dough, the man's strange... And if you want it, I got it for you. the man's aim is dedicated to mad lames, the hammer slam in the damn chamber - the prince of the city's a banger, my guns are harmonizin', it's crazy, hittin' notes like a pro sanger The swag is drippin', the honeys trippin', fuck with a Crip and you'll be outlined in funny positions - Look [laughs] When I be chillin', I just like to sip... An alcoholic you drool over, so wipe ya lip - you take me outta my zone despite the fifth and you'll regret it because without the kush, you niggas still might get lifted. I'm gifted, so I don't really care for your resentment (Yeah!) I'm just one of a quarter dozen princes - me, Vishis, and Rip are relentless - honestly got a penchant for rippin' up mics. Listen to this... Verse: Rims spinnin', I piss winnin' (Chea!) I don't cuff shit, my niggas, I split women (Okay!) Breathless, when I enter respect is all I demand or you're wearin' these bullets as necklaces. The way I be flossin' is reckless, shit, when I was broke, the poorest nigga to wreck his shit - I went from... Duckin' the Feds for buyin' and sellin', to fuckin' mad dimes in my bed, and then tuckin' my bread, now listen (Y'all catch up) Y'all called it, I'm an alcoholic I'm in the stall with a dime, tryna get the draws - when the party is over, we gone play nice since I got a smart mouth and I carry a lick-her license I'm in the telly with hot tubs and jumpoffs... And I don't play like Biebs, so I don't pump raw (You get that?) If mami put her knees in the carpet, do like a vacuum, and when you finish... Dust off... Fuck y'all, I'm in my zone with my drink now. I'm pissin' off shorty 'cause I never put the seat down... And blowin' my buzz is risky, so I just want everybody who hear me to say... Tell them haters I'm... Outro Verse: Eyes lower than they ever been, I ride slow when knockin' the screw... 'Cause I expect to win... Team Rover, beats from Asar makin' you lean over, Steez doper than most of your favorite rappers - these jokers... A buncha lames with money, makin' shit change with Gummy, me and Rip are destined for fame, it's funny... Gettin' lit and stickin' inches up in ya dames who love me - sippin' liquor? (Sippin' liquor) Before we change to bubbly... King Bee apparel, covered in navy, Tim call it Royal Blue... Poppin' tags, then poppin' bottles - my team is loyal too. You-you can have whatever you like, if I'm feelin' generous and run and tell your friends that I spoiled you... I'm kiddin', bitch [echo]