This is a song about "Tiping n sippin"

I am walking around the court sippin lean

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Just like you, sippin trippin minding my business thats p's and q's

So that don't even matter

Sippin' shots crippen after

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

On the dock sittin' while liquor bottle sippin'

They stay sippin liquor inside a silver chalice

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Now i got visions of sippin lean with rocky gettin horizontal/

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola