Dippin' in the coupe
Motherfuckin pigs won't catch me
We lost them at the last street
All these lights flashing
Too bad the boys ain't gonna catch me cuz we're
Dippin' in the coupe and you know I could outrun them all
Dippin' in the coupe
Ayo, it started on a friday, we was riding on the highway
And a tinted black impala speeded up when they rolled
By they grilled us, I chilled up like iced cubes. I feel fucked
You half alseep? They passed us, see?
My bad that scared me drastically
So we finally get to this party, plenty of girlies acting naughty
I'm blazing els, sipping Bacardi
My vision's blurry except for shawty, she was a ten
She tried to holla, but guess who shows up...
The same impala. They caught the kid sitting on the roof
But us, we're dippin' in the coupe
Motherfuckin pigs won't catch me
We lost them at the last street
All these lights flashing
Too bad the boys ain't gonna catch me cuz we're
Dippin' in the coupe and you know I could outrun them all
Dippin' in the coupe
Motherfuckin pigs won't catch me, cause I think and drive crafty
I am like an asprin with how quick I'm acting....
Actually, asprin don't do shit
But I spit it off the tip cause when I reach for a pencil
I usually grab a bitch. Yo what's the fuss about?
The boys are out and about, gotta take a different route;
Park Lane South. Drift the fuckin' turn my wheels ain't grippin'
Red and blue flash like Spiderman's stripping
Dip, dip, dip, dip, ain't no one gonna stop me now
Dip, dip, dip, dip, rollin' 90 though this town
Motherfuckin pigs won't catch me
We lost them at the last street
All these lights flashing
Too bad the boys ain't gonna catch me cuz we're
Dippin' in the coupe and you know I could outrun them all
Dippin' in the coupe
Dippin' in the coupe and you know I could outrun em all
Let all these other motherfuckers obey traffic laws
Dippin' in the coupe out the window yellin' fuck em all
Dippin' in the coupe
Dip, dip, dip, dip
We lost them at the last street
Dip, dip, dip, dip
Too bad the boys ain't gonna catch me cuz we're
(Dippin in the coupe)
Dippin’ was written by Slick Ross & Dropping a Popped Locket.