Dip Reezymix by Tyrese Hart Lyrics
Diamonds wet, take a dip
You niggas falling while I’m taking trips
Only wise money moves, yeah I’m making chips
You a cop then I’m 'bout to make bacon bits
Keep that heater on me, so I’m baking jits
Y’all got karma coming cuz you faking it
Swear these rappers are done, they can’t make a hit
Tryna milk my success cuz I’m shaking shit
Bentley, Ferrari, Rolls Royce
Niggas keep talking, they ain’t making no noise
Gotta be blunt, all my shooters some dope boys
Word to my gang, fighting me? That’s a bold choice
My flow is sick, yeah I stay with that cold voice
Kiss on her neck she say “Baby I’m so moist”
He gotta grow up, still childish like old toys
She got good posture, she ride me with pole poise
I’m insane
Please come check my brain
Don’t fuck with Tory, stay in your lanes
Changed up the story, you niggas lame
Your girl adore me, before the fame
All of y’all bore me, you need to change
Imma still win though, check out the frames
Peek out my shades, just for my aim
Committing murder, y’all get too brave
Niggas want smoke, then I’m bringing the flame
Things getting stranger, they robbing and stealing
Ripped out her tracks, now I’m bobbing and weaving
Choke on my dick, that bitch slobbing and heaving
She gave me a show like she starring with Cleveland
Told him to pull up, he stalled like he peeing
His career dead, now he sobbing and grieving
Call my nigga Morgan cuz now he a free man
Got so many sons, who else hotter than me man?
Half Jamaican so I stay on that roster
They want the sauce, they turn into imposters
Spicy style like sriracha, I’m some hot stuff
Ain’t talking blankets, my hip got the Glock tucked
Can’t take a break, I can never be stopped
Got too much water, come hand me a mop
Know I’m a monster, the game is on lock
Cuz I got the time, all you bums can get clocked
You niggas falling while I’m taking trips
Only wise money moves, yeah I’m making chips
You a cop then I’m 'bout to make bacon bits
Keep that heater on me, so I’m baking jits
Y’all got karma coming cuz you faking it
Swear these rappers are done, they can’t make a hit
Tryna milk my success cuz I’m shaking shit
Bentley, Ferrari, Rolls Royce
Niggas keep talking, they ain’t making no noise
Gotta be blunt, all my shooters some dope boys
Word to my gang, fighting me? That’s a bold choice
My flow is sick, yeah I stay with that cold voice
Kiss on her neck she say “Baby I’m so moist”
He gotta grow up, still childish like old toys
She got good posture, she ride me with pole poise
I’m insane
Please come check my brain
Don’t fuck with Tory, stay in your lanes
Changed up the story, you niggas lame
Your girl adore me, before the fame
All of y’all bore me, you need to change
Imma still win though, check out the frames
Peek out my shades, just for my aim
Committing murder, y’all get too brave
Niggas want smoke, then I’m bringing the flame
Things getting stranger, they robbing and stealing
Ripped out her tracks, now I’m bobbing and weaving
Choke on my dick, that bitch slobbing and heaving
She gave me a show like she starring with Cleveland
Told him to pull up, he stalled like he peeing
His career dead, now he sobbing and grieving
Call my nigga Morgan cuz now he a free man
Got so many sons, who else hotter than me man?
Half Jamaican so I stay on that roster
They want the sauce, they turn into imposters
Spicy style like sriracha, I’m some hot stuff
Ain’t talking blankets, my hip got the Glock tucked
Can’t take a break, I can never be stopped
Got too much water, come hand me a mop
Know I’m a monster, the game is on lock
Cuz I got the time, all you bums can get clocked