Tripped Out

Made the deposit
Then i did the diddy bop outta the bank
I make a bitty bop
I made her biddy bop
I made the tiddies pop outta the tank
Man what is with these opps
I do not get these opps
They gon hear
Biddy bop bop when it rain
Man fuck a hoochie
I told her leave me lone when i count the bank
The Gucci the Louie the Fendi
The Vlone the Prada the Bape
The Tripped Out Apparel
Treat me like a pharaoh

You play with my boys
You gon look down that barrel
You know D-A-Z been on point
Like an arrow but they didn't know
That my chances were narrow
They tried to prejudge me
They brought out the gavel
I ran this shit up had to get up
And travel pockets got fat
Need to get up and travel
Is you gon be real or gon
Bitch up and tattle
When shit get real gotta get up and battle
Boy go to church better hit up the chapel
Boy call your doctor or pick up the scalpel
Or bite the fruit like Eve and Adam
They on my page I didn't even @ em
Designer all on my sleeve i had to
Fuck on that bitch for i leave i had to
And where I'm from gotta keep the ratchet
Cause where I'm from all you see disaster
Pokemon i gotta be the master
All the guap ima proceed to catch it
We got it lit didn't need the matches
Fucked in the whip didn't need the mattress

Made the deposit
Then i did the diddy bop outta the bank
I make a bitty bop
I made her biddy bop
I made the tiddies pop outta the tank
Man what is with these opps
I do not get these opps
They gon hear
Biddy bop bop when it rain
Man fuck a hoochie
I told her leave me lone when i count the bank
The Gucci the Louie the Fendi
The Vlone the Prada the Bape
The Tripped Out Apparel
Treat me like a pharaoh



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Writer(s): Dazmeek Edwards
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