The Cool Kids, Kenny Beats - Dipped

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Whoa, Kenny!
Ayy
Yeah, yeah
Mic check, one-two
Check me out
Heavy metal tack, keeping traction with no kickback (No kickback)
I don’t smoke no Backwoods, they put fiberglass in that (Real talk)
Love myself too much, so I gotta face this blunt (Yup)
Solo dolo in the cut, leaf wrapping, ain’t no guts (Yup)
You talking way too much, too thirsty, tryna fuck
She don’t even know you and finessed you for some bundles (For real)
A band for some Virgils
She shaking ass, making circles, you talking cash like you owe her
If you like it, then I love it, get excited with the money
'Til I pull up to collect and you tell me you ain’t got it
Niggas think it’s funny (Chuck ain’t tripping, I ain’t worried)
That’s a metaphor for «I'm sharpening all four corners"(Click-click)
You can ask Chuck Norris, I don’t know what the score is
But I know we beat your ass and she was pressing me to smash
Told your mama I’ma pass, run it back through the legs
Touchdown dance, Primetime, Deion Sanders (Ayy!)
Folded at the crease
White folks: Please don’t call police (Nah)
I’m tryna keep the peace
But these niggas got a piece
(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip
(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp
(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)
Leave a tip (Tip), I’m finna dip
(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip
(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp
(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp
Leave a tip, I’m finna dip (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
Rain like donuts, sprinkles and shit (Brrrp!)
40 came on, I had to sprinkle a bit (Sprinkle me, mayne)
Rolling up a blunt, start sprinkling shit (Huh, huh)
Looked over at him — «What you think, I’m a vic'?"Yeah
'Cause I just put the coolant in my cup now (Put it down!)
Or I might overheat and then I shut down (Shut down)
Nobody got a ticket to your concert (No!)
To be that goddamn lame must be hard work
I tried to change clothes, but I wasn’t folding
I just typed it in like computer coding (Hello?)
And situations get stickier than spilt lime
Jits jumping out of the whip, ain’t tryna get time
Folded at the crease
White folks: Please don’t call police (Nah)
I’m tryna keep the peace
But these niggas got a piece
(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip
(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp
(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp (With the shrimp!)
Leave a tip (Tip), I’m finna dip
(So I dipped!) Honey mustard with the drip
(I had to dip!) I got to dressing like a pimp
(I had to dip!) Salad dressing with the shrimp
Leave a tip (Ayy, ayy), I’m finna dip
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Go, go, go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Go, go