Euro Trippin'
What's going on?
Nice song, but moving on
My favorite rapper lean hella strong
And his page poppin' like kettle corn
Don't care if ain't write his own hooks
Or self-snitch, throw his own books
My family told me they was riding wit me
Even when I stray and the devil try and get me
If I stop grinding then I know the devil's winning
So I can't stop fighting
When I know we gon' get it
A. J. Like Guyton on another level clicking
So I'm knocking at that door
Hoping someone there to hear it
While writing through the pain
Already had the fame now I'm lookin for the digits
Got phone calls flocking
Like I'm bread to a pigeon
Car start knocking when i gave this beat a listen Then my car caught fire
Johnny blaze through the city no I don't get tired
Kevin gates do you feel me
Fearless Jet Li when I go against you
Hooping for dollars but I droppin cents too
I proved I got the knowledge if talk assist duke
Cuz I got my own style and I studied pistols
Thinking bout the time I was always this dude
Made my family proud momma need a tissue
Cooked em like breakfast sugar on my grits too So if Im anybody then I'm picking this dude
Get my fam straight and my sis a whip too
Got my day ones if u still in this crew
Kick it like Silva when he do jujitsu
Got that musketeer knowledge
Been poppin pencils
So I stay classy if I'm in the rental
Gotta push foreign whips where i live dude
Catch me eurostepping problems just to get through
I've been reaching for these dreams that I get to live through
So I keep it all genuine, no faking
Friendships, life long, hand shaking
Cheese eggs, french toast, crisp bacon
All flex, no offense, none taken
Stay motivated where we started
Out the mud wit it, back home
Got the fam, it's all love wit it
Euro Trippin' getting checks for what I love to do Worldwide they know my name
That's what the love a do
Imprinted in my genes hoe
Aint no need to Guess no more
When I popped out the testicle
Was born to take reticles
And aim em at a skeptic
Been a rap depression
I'm the motherfucking Lexapro
Two pills on the counter
Gotta fit me in ya schedule
Should you decide not to
I'mma still rap this medical
And my calls are my calls
I don't audible I barely autotune
They want all the jewels I wanna drop a few
Who am I judge I make a couple mil
I might cop a few
Not knockin you
But I'm hoping
While you coping with emotions
Feeling open
Frozen choking hella breathless
Pieces don't leave you broken
Stressed and convalescent
Reckless patience tested
Invest in treasures
Respected and protected
By those connected to a message
L Boogz? What's going on? Nice song
But moving on
My favorite rapper lean hella strong
And his page popping like kettle corn
Dont care if he aint write his own hook
Or self snitch throw his own book
Can't read me, a different story
No flow like this since the nigga N.O.R.E
Curls on my head like name Corey
Thought that there was no world for me
Came up through the seven one eight
Nine one four were the later dates
No area code for where I ate
Talking euro steaks, entrecote
Carbonara with a dash a salt
Making bands without a band
Just to wear jerseys with hella brands
Seen big titties wit a bitta sand
I speak shit know hella sayings
When weed hit I'm elevated
My suite mind is presidential
Need translators for these credentials
Far away from the Honda
Wevpushed to the party
To scoop up barbies
Yes we ken
Got it backwards man
Car was trash
We aint have cash
But a mac I am
And I'm back cot damn
Like you seen my mug
On a milk carton
Please pardon
That metaphor
Baby girl's okay
And I pray I dont kill a pussy in her name
But I killed a pussy to get her made
Im just so
Out of my mind
I cannot control these rhymes
I'm obliged to go Mojave sans a fan
Scott Summers without ray bans
Revolving flows my bread and butter
And this shit right here my jam
At this point I'm the thumb and middle finger meeting up
My life is a movie
Let you know when you scene enough
Sure hit my phone
But dont forget the fucking country code
Smell like coco oil but I still keep it funky hoe
Whats your fetish? Mine is cheddar
Mine is lettuce hold the beef
Keep bread together
Yo skee
See the family told me they was riding with me
Even when we stray and the devil try and get me
If we stop grinding then I know the devil's winning
So we can't stop fighting when I know we gon' get it
See the family told me they was riding with me
Even when we stray and the devil try and get me
If we stop grinding then I know the devil's winning
So we can't stop fighting when I know we gon' get it
We gon' get it nigga
Nice song, but moving on
My favorite rapper lean hella strong
And his page poppin' like kettle corn
Don't care if ain't write his own hooks
Or self-snitch, throw his own books
My family told me they was riding wit me
Even when I stray and the devil try and get me
If I stop grinding then I know the devil's winning
So I can't stop fighting
When I know we gon' get it
A. J. Like Guyton on another level clicking
So I'm knocking at that door
Hoping someone there to hear it
While writing through the pain
Already had the fame now I'm lookin for the digits
Got phone calls flocking
Like I'm bread to a pigeon
Car start knocking when i gave this beat a listen Then my car caught fire
Johnny blaze through the city no I don't get tired
Kevin gates do you feel me
Fearless Jet Li when I go against you
Hooping for dollars but I droppin cents too
I proved I got the knowledge if talk assist duke
Cuz I got my own style and I studied pistols
Thinking bout the time I was always this dude
Made my family proud momma need a tissue
Cooked em like breakfast sugar on my grits too So if Im anybody then I'm picking this dude
Get my fam straight and my sis a whip too
Got my day ones if u still in this crew
Kick it like Silva when he do jujitsu
Got that musketeer knowledge
Been poppin pencils
So I stay classy if I'm in the rental
Gotta push foreign whips where i live dude
Catch me eurostepping problems just to get through
I've been reaching for these dreams that I get to live through
So I keep it all genuine, no faking
Friendships, life long, hand shaking
Cheese eggs, french toast, crisp bacon
All flex, no offense, none taken
Stay motivated where we started
Out the mud wit it, back home
Got the fam, it's all love wit it
Euro Trippin' getting checks for what I love to do Worldwide they know my name
That's what the love a do
Imprinted in my genes hoe
Aint no need to Guess no more
When I popped out the testicle
Was born to take reticles
And aim em at a skeptic
Been a rap depression
I'm the motherfucking Lexapro
Two pills on the counter
Gotta fit me in ya schedule
Should you decide not to
I'mma still rap this medical
And my calls are my calls
I don't audible I barely autotune
They want all the jewels I wanna drop a few
Who am I judge I make a couple mil
I might cop a few
Not knockin you
But I'm hoping
While you coping with emotions
Feeling open
Frozen choking hella breathless
Pieces don't leave you broken
Stressed and convalescent
Reckless patience tested
Invest in treasures
Respected and protected
By those connected to a message
L Boogz? What's going on? Nice song
But moving on
My favorite rapper lean hella strong
And his page popping like kettle corn
Dont care if he aint write his own hook
Or self snitch throw his own book
Can't read me, a different story
No flow like this since the nigga N.O.R.E
Curls on my head like name Corey
Thought that there was no world for me
Came up through the seven one eight
Nine one four were the later dates
No area code for where I ate
Talking euro steaks, entrecote
Carbonara with a dash a salt
Making bands without a band
Just to wear jerseys with hella brands
Seen big titties wit a bitta sand
I speak shit know hella sayings
When weed hit I'm elevated
My suite mind is presidential
Need translators for these credentials
Far away from the Honda
Wevpushed to the party
To scoop up barbies
Yes we ken
Got it backwards man
Car was trash
We aint have cash
But a mac I am
And I'm back cot damn
Like you seen my mug
On a milk carton
Please pardon
That metaphor
Baby girl's okay
And I pray I dont kill a pussy in her name
But I killed a pussy to get her made
Im just so
Out of my mind
I cannot control these rhymes
I'm obliged to go Mojave sans a fan
Scott Summers without ray bans
Revolving flows my bread and butter
And this shit right here my jam
At this point I'm the thumb and middle finger meeting up
My life is a movie
Let you know when you scene enough
Sure hit my phone
But dont forget the fucking country code
Smell like coco oil but I still keep it funky hoe
Whats your fetish? Mine is cheddar
Mine is lettuce hold the beef
Keep bread together
Yo skee
See the family told me they was riding with me
Even when we stray and the devil try and get me
If we stop grinding then I know the devil's winning
So we can't stop fighting when I know we gon' get it
See the family told me they was riding with me
Even when we stray and the devil try and get me
If we stop grinding then I know the devil's winning
So we can't stop fighting when I know we gon' get it
We gon' get it nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Laurence Ekperigin
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