Who trippin?
I ain’t trippin bout nothin
Livin’ life get the money
No discussion
Sending shots yeah i’m rude
I don’t function
Big boss gotta keep the lethal weapon (x2)
Blicky on my waist
Double cup got me leaning
b#tch I want the mouth and some grub
Then i’m leavin
Gun to his head
Cause the f#ck n**** tweakin
Versace my cologne
But the weed got me stinkin
b#tch i’m in my zone
Ion care what you thinkin
Pop another perc
Just to kick it with my demons
Watch for your block
Cause the young n**** creepin
Put him on a shirt
Cause I caught that n**** sleepin
You in my way
Stop playin i’m havin fun
Drink got me so high
Swear to god i’m bussin off sum
Pocket watching
You the next n#gg# i’m bleeding yuh
Perc so good
Have the b#tch twerkin in the backseat uh
Swervin lanes have them n***** linin up wrong
And i’m so faded i’m geekin
I’m up all night long
Don’t waste my time they call me satan
Demons come along
I ride for mines even if they’re right or wrong
Who trippin?
I ain’t trippin bout nothin
Livin’ life get the money
No discussion
Sending shots yeah i’m rude
I don’t function
Big boss gotta keep the lethal weapon (x2)
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