ANTIDOTE 777 [SIPPY CUP]

[Verse]
I was in LA, just like hit em’ up
You know that my bro be on the lean, pass the sippy cup
Soon as I’m walking up in Rick, I'm like, “Drip me up”
Why it seem like everywhere I go, they wan’ feel me up
Why it seem like everywhere I go, they gon’ trick me up
I don’t even do no interviews, this not no trivia
Nigga don’t be talking bout no blues, boy don’t hit me up
I’m the type of nigga put some racks on my tibia
She like, “Hear me out.” I’m like, “Shut it up”
I ain’t tryna give that boy the game, cuz he gon’ fuck it up
I ain’t nun’ to play with
Hop up in that spaceship I’m going apеshit
Hop up in that *Vroom Vroom*, this a fast car
I just made a couple flips, bitch my bag tall
See y’all niggas talking shit cuz I passed y’all
I just put thе petal down to the asphalt
You ain’t talm’ bout’ what you know, shit ain’t going for the low
Don’t you open up that window, my bro still on that antidote