Tripping Out

I'm tripping out
Tabs and dabs, scream and shout
All this money, I can't count
Living life, never doubt

I'mma live my life
That's what I'm about
Yeah the cash amount
Bitch I'm cashing out
Shit I'm dripping hard
I'll never drought
Going far, yeah bitch ion need a scout
Selling Girl Scout Cookies, no Girl Scout
I'm growing up just like the magic bean sprout
Not dying, I'm living fuck the lean route
Man I'm plotting, like a FBI stake out
You a blood sucking leech, got my stake out
I got a girl, she a snack, you got take out
On the beach, with the pack, bitch I take clout
She got a peach, hit her back, we don't make out

I been on my grind for a while
If you wanna whine, I'll take this shit to trial
I'm running a mile, styling and wilding
All the money be piling, meanwhile
You defiling all the exiles, and all the legends
If you tryna start some shit, talk to the reception
I got my weapon, shoot you and don't miss, no interception
I'm wrecking, no deception, no exceptions
Cruising through the intersection
Never losing, my mental got extrasensory perception
Bitch I'm wrecking, check yo introspection
Cause sometimes that shit cause self-deception
And that's a heavy misconception
But oh well I'm flexing
In yo section, no question
I got the yee and the haw like a Texan
Did I mention? teach you a lesson if you stepping in my concession
I got the flow, like Progressive
Girl Kum and Go like a Seven Eleven
She give me blessings, bitch I'm progressing on my message
Smoking lettuce for the poetic synthetic of my genetics
I hide my pathetic vendetta of regret for dreaded head that's
Full of prosthetic kinetic aesthetic cosmetics I can't forget it
Life feels so anesthetic, but I'm still fucking wrecking
Bitch fucking wrecking

I'm tripping out
Tabs and dabs, scream and shout
All this money, I can't count
Living life, never doubt

I'm smoking that green and I'm sipping my lean
Lost my mind in between, but I'm living my dream
Watching life flow up stream, cause that's my routine
You about to me, cause this is my scene
I'm just fucking this thing
Got a flow hitting hard, and that's not just the bars
Bitch leaves me with scars and left with my heart
Now I'm on charts and she's back in my yard
Escort her with guard, she can keep her regards
But send me a card, I'm just smoking cigars
Hotbox my car
Stare at these stars until we become these stars

I'm tripping out
Tabs and dabs, scream and shout
All this money, I can't count
Living life, never doubt

I'm tripping out
Tabs and dabs, scream and shout
All this money, I can't count
Living life, never doubt



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Writer(s): Zack Anderson
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