Change
Uh uh uh uh uh uh
Ay ay uh ay let uh uh uh uh
Ay let go
He ain't never trippin
He ain't never trippin
I'm with the musicians
He ain't never trippin
Niggas tryna pass me
Boy you should've been a teacher
Know your name in paperwork
Don't ask me for no feature
Hundred grams in the pot
I pull it out of there like a pizza
I be trappin' all this blow
But I got plugs on the reefer
Pants big as fuck
More for me to stuff these bands in
If I see the 12
Then I'm runnin' like a Trans Am
If I see the opps
Boom boom
That's a man down
I be trappin', food
Trappin' weed too
I be toughtin' sticks like it's legal
Run up on me
Just know that I won't play with you
The way I'm goin' in
Yeah they think I got a curfew
Gave the block a fever
Diagnose it with the bird flu
Yeah I know I'm major league
Bad bitches they get curved too
That's my cousin mama
I ain't trippin
She gets served too
I be smokin' gas
Sippin' lean too
I do this shit for a Jerm
Sosa King too
Can't forget about Dream
and lil Nyla
Treyfoe
Uh uh
If my bitch don't love me
Ali Like Muhammad
Why the fuck you in this street
You should've went to college
They like Treyfoe
You so clumsy
He keep droppin' knowledge
I can't speak about the freaky things
We did in private
Too busy gettin' dollars
I can't entertain the nonsense
This shit that I'm smokin
Chronic' it gets straight outta Compton
My nigga he bang b
He don't say Compton
He say Bompton
My nigga he bang
He don't say
Yes mam to my cougar bitch
I got respect for grown folks
Know you ain't gon' blow
What the fuck you got that pole for
Treyfoe tryna blow
Fuck you think he in that mode for
Nigga that's my business
And that ain't where your nose go
Bitch I'm out of prison
What the fuck you got that rose for
I just took a pill and a half feel
Like I'm bout to doze off
brown skin thick as fuck
Gotta know that ass so soft
And this clip long as fuck
It look like I'm bout to pole vault
Fallin' off like a moon
I'm too busy gettin' dollars
I can't entertain the nonsense
This shit that I'm smokin
Cryin' it gets straight outta Compton
My nigga he bang beat
He don't say Compton
He say Bompton
My nigga he bang
He don't say
Guess man to my cougar bitch
I got respect for grown folks
Know you ain't gon' blow
What the fuck you got that pole for
Treyfoe tryna blow
Fuck you think I'm bout to doze off
My skin thick as fuck
I done know that I had so-so
And this clip long as fuck
It look like I'm bout to pole vault
Ay ay uh ay let uh uh uh uh
Ay let go
He ain't never trippin
He ain't never trippin
I'm with the musicians
He ain't never trippin
Niggas tryna pass me
Boy you should've been a teacher
Know your name in paperwork
Don't ask me for no feature
Hundred grams in the pot
I pull it out of there like a pizza
I be trappin' all this blow
But I got plugs on the reefer
Pants big as fuck
More for me to stuff these bands in
If I see the 12
Then I'm runnin' like a Trans Am
If I see the opps
Boom boom
That's a man down
I be trappin', food
Trappin' weed too
I be toughtin' sticks like it's legal
Run up on me
Just know that I won't play with you
The way I'm goin' in
Yeah they think I got a curfew
Gave the block a fever
Diagnose it with the bird flu
Yeah I know I'm major league
Bad bitches they get curved too
That's my cousin mama
I ain't trippin
She gets served too
I be smokin' gas
Sippin' lean too
I do this shit for a Jerm
Sosa King too
Can't forget about Dream
and lil Nyla
Treyfoe
Uh uh
If my bitch don't love me
Ali Like Muhammad
Why the fuck you in this street
You should've went to college
They like Treyfoe
You so clumsy
He keep droppin' knowledge
I can't speak about the freaky things
We did in private
Too busy gettin' dollars
I can't entertain the nonsense
This shit that I'm smokin
Chronic' it gets straight outta Compton
My nigga he bang b
He don't say Compton
He say Bompton
My nigga he bang
He don't say
Yes mam to my cougar bitch
I got respect for grown folks
Know you ain't gon' blow
What the fuck you got that pole for
Treyfoe tryna blow
Fuck you think he in that mode for
Nigga that's my business
And that ain't where your nose go
Bitch I'm out of prison
What the fuck you got that rose for
I just took a pill and a half feel
Like I'm bout to doze off
brown skin thick as fuck
Gotta know that ass so soft
And this clip long as fuck
It look like I'm bout to pole vault
Fallin' off like a moon
I'm too busy gettin' dollars
I can't entertain the nonsense
This shit that I'm smokin
Cryin' it gets straight outta Compton
My nigga he bang beat
He don't say Compton
He say Bompton
My nigga he bang
He don't say
Guess man to my cougar bitch
I got respect for grown folks
Know you ain't gon' blow
What the fuck you got that pole for
Treyfoe tryna blow
Fuck you think I'm bout to doze off
My skin thick as fuck
I done know that I had so-so
And this clip long as fuck
It look like I'm bout to pole vault
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Writer(s): Jonavian Grimsley
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