Dip Him Up (Freestyle)

[Chorus]
Ayy, broski, hold him and dig him up (Splash him)
Dip him up, dip him up, dip him up (Baow)
In yard, see bare man diggin' guns
Heard my cuzzy say, "Yo, cuz, boy tek the Ruger 357 and liff him up" (Liff him)
I know that yute, don't hit him up (Lowe him)
Course we got our smoke and our chingers tucked
OFB, Farm Block, where the hitters are
Ayy, broski, hold him and dig him up (Splash him)
Dip him up, dip him up, dip him up (Baow)
In yard, see bare man diggin' guns
Heard my cuzzy say, "Yo, cuz, boy tek the Ruger 357 and liff him up" (Liff him)
I know that yute, don't hit him up (Lowe him)
Course we got our smoke and our chingers tucked
OFB, Farm Block, where the hitters are

[Verse]
Second time seein' this yute movin' bookey, fuck that, let me hold him and then stick him up
Lookin' like hе's givin' out drops to the paigons, third time we see him, comе we just fish him up
I know that's he's fuckin' with the opps 'cah I see him take a snap and put RIP near the cinema
Do it high road or slap it bait from the car, them man there are real life fishes like calimar' (Calimari)
Broski's just reed, now he's got cats waitin' 'round like a dinner bar
Shotty can't fit, man, I think I need a bigger car
G-Wag' ting, but we gotta use a dinger car
If we're gonna chop it, well, we gotta do it quick and fast
Had one lightie gov', Miss Nickolar, now I'm on road, man, I'm not really into her (Yo, liff it up)
Yardman will just kick you up, tek man's grub then bill it up
Same way Ram done hopped out the ride on ****, same way I hop out and fish you up
I see bare man chattin' my name online like I wasn't tryna rinse it up
How the fuck can you chat on my ting? I told bro, "I'm spinnin' it and he just hit him up (Hit him up, hit him up)

[Chorus]
Ayy, broski, hold him and dig him up
Dip him up, dip him up, dip him up
In yard, see bare man diggin' guns
Heard my cuzzy say, "Yo, cuz, boy tek the Ruger 357 and liff him up"
I know that yute, don't hit him up
Course we got our smoke and our chingers tucked
OFB, Farm Block, where the hitters are
Ayy, broski, hold him and dig him up
Dip him up, dip him up, dip him up
In yard, see bare man diggin' guns
Heard my cuzzy say, "Yo, cuz, boy tek the Ruger 357 and liff him up"
I know that yute, don't hit him up
Course we got our smoke and our chingers tucked
OFB, Farm Block, where the hitters are