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Lyrics

Intro Verse

Late night Henny runs, posted up on Kiest, yeah

Homies ridin' dirty, every whip lookin' beast, yeah

Waffa House after hours, syrup stains on my tee

Triple gold Daytons, sippin' muddy, feelin' free

16 in the mag, with the sticker on the tank

Gold grill, talk slick, never worried what they think

Block hot, feds clock, got eyes in my rear

But this drank got me floatin', I ain't hidin' shit here

Cup Ritual Interlude

Pop that seal, let it drizzle, purple rain in my hand

Double styrofoam, mix it up, this the play for the fam

Candy paint reflections seen in every cup we pour

Boys talk a lot, but ain't none never sip like yours

Posse Intro

Who that creepin' up? Whole clique sippin' heavy

Triple D riders, in the slab, we movin' steady

OGs on the line, everybody droppin' game

Money in the circle, all my partners rep the same

Roll up, big chief, got the kush cloud thick

Redbone on the seat, she love how we talk slick

Barre in the jug, and this life full of sin

Put the South on the map, let the flexin' begin

Crew Roll Call

Shout to Oak Cliff, my boy Polo in the ride

South Dallas, Henny poured, couple heaters by my side

Ridin' for our city, yeah we crazy, that's the truth

Bosses in the kitchen, gettin' rich off the proof

Nat in the cut with that Coupe sittin' swole

Steve got the banger, he ain't scared to let it go

Playas from the Grove, got respect down to the T

If you ain't on the squad, you ain't never sippin' free

Pre-Intro

Foam cup drippin', pour another, that's how we start the night

Pulled up outside, trunk knockin', trunk steady holdin' light

Lil' bro rollin', pack in motion, two lines cross the ice

Never changin', day or evenin', this mud my only vice

Crawlin' curb, ridin' chrome, sippin' slow, that's standard code

Big knots in the pocket, every drop turnin' heavy mode

Intro

Dallas, Texas, late nights, cup spiked like whoa

Verse 1

Swervin' slow, purple in my Sprite, got that muddy in my grip

Wood grain wheel, fuck a cop, middle finger when I dip

Clean fade, icy chain, diamonds dancin' when I flex

Girl on my lap, she want that smoke, she ain't worried 'bout her ex

Candy slab, bangin' hard, pop the trunk just for show

Glock in the jaws, got it tucked, yeah, I let these haters know

Pourin' foes in my cup, got my vision lookin' heavy

Dallas streets, movin' work, real hustlers never petty

Chorus

Drank in my cup, bitch I'm leanin', can't remember last night

Texas boys run this shit, popped a seal—now it's right

Drank in my cup, got me slow, yeah I'm floatin' through the scene

If you ain't about that muddy, get the fuck up off my team

Verse 2

Swag ridiculous, speakers rattlin' through the block all day

Dope in my socks, I ain't lyin', I'm just gettin' paid

Party wild, rollin' blunt, shorty wanna sip the flavor

Mix the syrup with the soda, that addiction got me braver

Dallas heat, dirty deeds, everybody playin' dirty

Throwin' stacks in the air, actin' bad, feelin' worthy

Faded mind, purple eyes, can't remember if it's Tuesday

Lost inside that styrofoam, but fuck it, that's where I choose, ayy

Chorus

Drank in my cup, bitch I'm leanin', can't remember last night

Texas boys run this shit, popped a seal—now it's right

Drank in my cup, got me slow, yeah I'm floatin' through the scene

If you ain't about that muddy, get the fuck up off my team

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