[Lyric] Sprite 2.5 (Tyrel)

[Intro]
You is not with us, you not with the clique
He sippin' the green, it's makin' him sick
Fuck a Ramone, boy what is a Rick
I got like 40 right up in my clip
Got us some Oxy right out of a script
Holding the XD, boy I got some grip
I got a pack, you know I'm gon' flip
He falling off, he sinking his ship (Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(You wanna go to war?)

[Verse]
Dropped a four in the Sprite
Can't fit these racks, jeans too tight
Keep the .45, ain't no fight
Sipping on lean, I sleep through the night
XD on me, and that bitch gon' bite
Hollow my tips, so he 'boutta die
You is my son, you better abide
Got shot in his chest, we making it wide
Snorting my skin, she taking the white
I took a xan, and now I can fly
I popped an Oxy, and now I can't die
Open her legs, she wet like a tide
Said he gon' slide, I know that he lie
Backdoor his ass, we taking his pride
You is not with us, you not with the clique
He sippin' the green, it's makin' him sick
Fuck a Ramone, boy what is a Rick
I got like 40 right up in my clip
Got us some Oxy right out of a script
Holding the XD, boy I got some grip
I got a pack, you know I'm gon' flip
He falling off, he sinking his ship (Yeah, yeah)
Know that I got some bands on me (Bands on me)
Know that I keep some fans on me
If he wanna talk on me (Talk on me)
You better have that Glock on me (Glock on me)
Know I kept some quap on me
Know I had some opps on me (Opps on me)
But they all gone, smokin' on strong
Don't want your feat, ain't doing a song
I got some money, then made it long
Ain't get no money, you doing it wrong
You is my clone, I'm talking my spawn
Cut off some friends just like some lawn
I'm on the street, until it's dawn
We on the road, all night long