NONE OF THIS IS REAL (2)

Lyrics

[Sample: Three 6 Mafia "Sippin' on Some Syrup"] Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinching and bargaining You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shit You got the funny Geneva watch with the Ferrari kit Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us I got the red promethazine, thick orangе, and yellow Tuss' Hydrocodone on the hands-free phonе The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome If you got sixteen, you can get a bizzird I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizzurp Some niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas, they want it, want it Some niggas, they jon'ing, jon'ing, but I be fucked up, up on it We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't 'bout that bullshit If we gon' get high, we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitch Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass And plus, that syrup have a nigga dick hard all night, and she cool with that She popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice And just when you thought she was freaky, she done got super loose Niggas come in by threes and deuces, all in circles like duck-duck-goose All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie-fruit Forty dollars for just one ounce, Tussionex is how it's pronounced Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man, I'm 'bout all out Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip People always asking me, "Is the Three 6 high on that?" Rolling on them X pills, stuttering, pup-pup powder packs Wh-wh-where the weed at? Ain't like that, we need that NyQuil will slow me down, something that keep me easy Nothing like that yella-yella, that'll have you itching, man Talking like, "What's up, fool?" Vocal cords sounding lame In my days, all we did was chief out on a quarter-pound Gone on coke, eyes all bucked, this here shit'll knock you down Knock you out, make you fall asleep when you're on them wheels Ain't no doubt, hit me when I beep for this refill Once again, on my weekly high, gotta have that drank Yeah, my nig', y'ain't know? I feel like I'm gon' fucking faint