Trippin

Uh
Yeah
Ya dig
Ha ya dig
Punch me in bitch
Yeah
Yeahhh
Alright

I'm tripping I see the music in the air with notes in it
I see the words up on the wall And I guess taking notes from it
I'm passed the point of no return I'm wondering
Who wrote this shit
I dilate my eyes and cross my T's begin to float and drift

Across the cup I sail the ship
I slipped a tab and had a trip
Call Heads or tails I'll flip the script
With Heavy cannons I come equipped

Yuh Uh you can't stop me bitch
You can't shift the stick
Riding with four hundred horse I dump the clutch and drift this bitch
Uh huh

I'm on my A game
In this bitch I feel like Aj
Inside joke I'm sorry
Playin games Atari
Eighth on this plate no calamari
With the coop I crashed a party

I'm twitching for it itching for it
Got my pouring swerving driving like I'm playing Forza

I'm with the same clique with the same bitch
Test me motherfucker I don't change shit
I don't switch lanes on my same game
Pop out foreign cars with ice chains

Let me explain
My studio is my domain
I spilled my cup like lil Wayne
A hundred hundred bills I'm my pocket
Is The only change I know is on a beat with my flow
Hold on got call I gotta check my phone
ID says unknown
So damn high stoned to the bone
I'm rocked like stones
Rock microphones
I popped a X I'm zoned
How did I get home
I don't know
Whooaaaaa

I'm tripping I see the music in the air with notes in it
I see the words up on the wall And I guess taking notes from it
I'm passed the point of no return I'm wondering
Who wrote this shit
I dilate my eyes and cross my T's begin to float and drift

Across the cup I sail the ship
I slipped a tab and had a trip
Call Heads or tails I'll flip the script
With Heavy cannons I come equipped

Bitch I'm in my zone
Freestyling off the dome
I'm just gonna have to send this pussy ass bitch home

Woah
I don't even know what Direction I'm going
I just know that I'm gonna have the hop in the boat and just keep rowing
All I know is I'm going and growing so keep on showing my abilities flowing
Are colder than water frozen bitch

You're gonna take that
Gonna let me lap around you like a race track
On horse back Pack a saddle and 2 straps
With 12 shots With kick back Painted jet black
Leave you on a map like thumbtacks in google maps
That's wraps

I'm passing out some rounds
I'm talking about some shots
That's Possibly out the Glock
Or maybe the bottle When Corks pops
I don't stop
For no op
Or no cops
I smoke crops
And drop tops
And get top that's all slop

I rock Gucci and vvs
These Diamonds all round my neck
I'm working been cashing checks
I piss off my complex
From apartment parties AND loud sex
To a studio sech
They be wondering what's next

I'm tripping I see the music in the air with notes in it
I see the words up on the wall And I guess taking notes from it
I'm passed the point of no return I'm wondering
Who wrote this shit
Dilate my eyes and cross my T's begin to float and drift

Across the cup I sail the ship
I slipped a tab and had a trip
Call Heads or tails I'll flip the script
With Heavy cannons I come equipped

Yuh Uh you can't stop me bitch
You can't shift the stick
Riding with 400 horse I dump the clutch and drift this bitch
Uh huh



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Writer(s): Yns Stanton
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