Trippin Off Me
Woke up thinking about the pape
Trying to get some
Bitch trying to fuck I've been up
Zaza and dead niggas trying to twist up
I like the G3C ima' get one
Sipping two fours gave a nigga hiccups
Big slugs shell catch, no pick up
Bro finna' catch ten, don't get up
And this money heavyweight no sit ups
Acting like I did something to you?
You tripping off me
I'm gonna keep on smoking, smoking
(Drinking)
And sipping
(Sipping)
You already know the motion moving
We different homie
Don't need nothing else up on my back that's trying to hold me down
You don't know KB don't cap now
Walked in LV trying to bag shop
Nigga say something else ima' lash out
I don't like slow money took the fast route
Spent a bag on the chain I could brag now
I love the way the wood clock, Ima' ash now
You ain't with the winning team? Then you ass'ed out
Yea
Acting like I did something and you
Be tripping off me
I'm gonna keep on smoking, smoking
(Drinking)
And sipping
(Sipping)
You already know the motion moving
We different homie
Don't need nothing else up on my back that's trying to hold me down
(Hold me down)
Moving too damn fast
But they keep trying to slow me down
Two coffee cups in my hand but this that codeine now
Got to keep a cold is getting colder now
Just had a showing we sold it out (Sold it out)
Gotta keep a strap we getting older now
Trying to get payed I ain't going out
Just got a bag and then blowed it out
And this bitch trying fuck but that's over now
Got to keep a strap getting older now
Fuck is you fake tripping over now?
Young Joc when you see me then it's going down
And my brother got the chop with a hundred rounds
Yea
Acting like I did something and you
Be tripping off me
I'm gonna keep on smoking, smoking
(Drinking)
And sipping
(Sipping)
You already know the motion
Moving
We different homie
Yea
Yea
Niggas got on façades they hella phony
Bitch you friends with them niggas trying to tell up on me?
These 7.62's not pellets homie
I'll turn a nigga brains into Pasta-Roni
It be the close ones too, put a watch on em
Worried about what's in my pocket
It's a lot on me
And these hating niggas watching trying to plot on me
And I'm rolling through the city with the chop on me
Trying to get some
Bitch trying to fuck I've been up
Zaza and dead niggas trying to twist up
I like the G3C ima' get one
Sipping two fours gave a nigga hiccups
Big slugs shell catch, no pick up
Bro finna' catch ten, don't get up
And this money heavyweight no sit ups
Acting like I did something to you?
You tripping off me
I'm gonna keep on smoking, smoking
(Drinking)
And sipping
(Sipping)
You already know the motion moving
We different homie
Don't need nothing else up on my back that's trying to hold me down
You don't know KB don't cap now
Walked in LV trying to bag shop
Nigga say something else ima' lash out
I don't like slow money took the fast route
Spent a bag on the chain I could brag now
I love the way the wood clock, Ima' ash now
You ain't with the winning team? Then you ass'ed out
Yea
Acting like I did something and you
Be tripping off me
I'm gonna keep on smoking, smoking
(Drinking)
And sipping
(Sipping)
You already know the motion moving
We different homie
Don't need nothing else up on my back that's trying to hold me down
(Hold me down)
Moving too damn fast
But they keep trying to slow me down
Two coffee cups in my hand but this that codeine now
Got to keep a cold is getting colder now
Just had a showing we sold it out (Sold it out)
Gotta keep a strap we getting older now
Trying to get payed I ain't going out
Just got a bag and then blowed it out
And this bitch trying fuck but that's over now
Got to keep a strap getting older now
Fuck is you fake tripping over now?
Young Joc when you see me then it's going down
And my brother got the chop with a hundred rounds
Yea
Acting like I did something and you
Be tripping off me
I'm gonna keep on smoking, smoking
(Drinking)
And sipping
(Sipping)
You already know the motion
Moving
We different homie
Yea
Yea
Niggas got on façades they hella phony
Bitch you friends with them niggas trying to tell up on me?
These 7.62's not pellets homie
I'll turn a nigga brains into Pasta-Roni
It be the close ones too, put a watch on em
Worried about what's in my pocket
It's a lot on me
And these hating niggas watching trying to plot on me
And I'm rolling through the city with the chop on me
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Writer(s): Kb Heem
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