Must Be Trippin (feat. Bo Tray)

Dmv music jack boys eights and foes y'all already know
What wopo wopo what ah

Never ran from a nigga man you must be trippin
Hoe blowing my phone man this bitch still tripping
Know some niggas with them birds who a front me a chicken
He got left on the curb nigga shouldn't been snitching
Put my hand on the Koran still pray to allah
Every since I copped that work had to quit my old job

Never ran from a nigga man you must be trippin
Hoe blowing my phone man this bitch still tripping
Know some niggas with them birds who a front me a chicken
He got left on the curb nigga shouldn't been snitching
Put my hand on the Koran still pray to allah
Every since I copped that work had to quit my old job

I ain't telling you to do it young nigga but if I go broke I'm back to whipping
Bro died went back to spinning hit cane she gone pull up with the remy
Hit bro he gone pull up with the semi
Put the fenny in the blender time to with it
For I trick on a bitch give a brick to bitch tell her with and tell her flip it
Four and a baby like a infant I ain't trying to double shit I'm trying to triple ha
Hard to figure out I ain't simple I was just on the yard with them criminals
Been eating right getting all my minerals You'll think I'm from raq how we drilling shit
Touched down to caused hell did a boosie bid you in your feelings bought a bitch I ain't feeling that

Never ran from a nigga man you must be trippin
Hoe blowing my phone man this bitch still tripping
Know some niggas with them birds who a front me a chicken
He got left on the curb nigga shouldn't been snitching
Put my hand on the Koran still pray to allah
Every since I copped that work had to quit my old job

Never ran from a nigga man you must be trippin
Hoe blowing my phone man this bitch still tripping
Know some niggas with them birds who a front me a chicken
He got left on the curb nigga shouldn't been snitching
Put my hand on the Koran still pray to allah
Every since I copped that work had to quit my old job

You already know dmv music straight eight music eights and foes
Downtown west side of saint louis you already know what it is
I than found me a plug niggas mad I than took off
Task got behind me tried to flagged me i than took off
Took a couple hit in this game I than shook off
First time seen Kris k I had to look off
Now my money getting tall coming back for it all
I ain't fucking with y'all I'ma shoot this bitch till it fall
Yhe yhe yhe I catch him lacking I'm catching a body
He thinks with his dick set him up with a totty
It's rs and drakes I ain't shooting with no shottie
I'm fresh out that joint I than ran up my bag I see that lil money he flexing it's sad
Exposing you niggas I know why you mad the last steps I'm all that y'all had
ARP with the hundred round beam hopping out broad day with that thing
Get in that jam I know you gone sing get hit with that drake I know you gone scream
Get in that jam I know you gone sing get hit with that drake I know you gone scream
It's the four and eight nineteen bitch it's the four and eight nineteen

Never ran from a nigga man you must be trippin
Hoe blowing my phone man this bitch still tripping
Know some niggas with them birds who a front me a chicken
He got left on the curb nigga shouldn't been snitching
Put my hand on the Koran still pray to allah
Every since I copped that work had to quit my old job

Never ran from a nigga man you must be trippin
Hoe blowing my phone man this bitch still tripping
Know some niggas with them birds who a front me a chicken
He got left on the curb nigga shouldn't been snitching
Put my hand on the Koran still pray to allah
Every since I copped that work had to quit my old job