Last Trip, Pt. 1
My nigga say he hungry
I got a play for him to eat
I told him you can't be thinkin' greedy on this lick
You can't be thinkin' cheap
He just did a dime
And this play might be a first degree
I told him I'm gon slide with em
Cause these pussy niggas sweet
My dawg ain't been home 24 hours
And I'm runnin' him the play
He don't even know
We stickin' my old plug up out da bay
I'm sittin' back thinkin' if the shit go through
That's a million plus in one day
Let me call my gangsta bitch
I know she gon make somethin shake
I be trappin' shit
But my dawg
I know he gon bag a bitch
It's a thousand pounds up in that bitch
He flex
Gon bust his shit
This is flight risk
This is outta town
First class shit
I get flier then a jet
I really be on some private shit
And it's the 21st
I'm tryna go and score on the 26th
It's a million dollars
Hundred racks
To my gangsta bitch
450 racks we splittin it
I'm finna set it up and shit
The plug got choppas in his stash house
But we don't want the sticks
A thousand pounds
Three hundred racks cash
I'm tryna sweep the shit
A couple pussy niggas done robbed him
And now I have to be cashin' out with these bitch ass niggas dawg
On God
We make this shit the last trip
On God
But the nigga fuck with me doe
Nigga just a pussy
I hate pussy ass niggas
Ima green light the shit
Ima fly out
Ima touch down
And it'll go from there
Aye
Put my gangsta bitch up on his ass
She gon suck his dick
I told her when you eat da nigga
Make sure he fall for your shit
Make him feel like you his bitch
If shit go left
Don't never snitch
My gangsta bitch know we don't kiss
I'm posted up
It just me and wodie
I'm sittin' back
Waitin' on the blitz
She at the spot
And she see the bricks
She text my phone
Sayin' it's a go
I'm bendin' through
It just me and bro
When we jump out
Put your mask on
Bitch there's cameras posted
On every door
Should I knock
Or should I swang the door
I'm gon pop him if he actin' slow
Shawty said they finna go out to eat
He puttin' on some clothes
Soon as he walked out the door
I upped it
Got up on em close
Bitch it's time to rock n roll
Brodie
Bitch go find the bowls
Bitch
Where that stash at
Pussy don't make me snatch yo soul
Brodie said it's ten body bags
Filled with monkey bowls
We gon take the bowls and take the cash
Should I leave his ass
Looked up at my bitch
Said what's the count
She said five hundred cash
He beggin' for his life
I ain't gon lie
I might just off his ass
This the last trip part one
Bitch I'm on ya ass
I got a play for him to eat
I told him you can't be thinkin' greedy on this lick
You can't be thinkin' cheap
He just did a dime
And this play might be a first degree
I told him I'm gon slide with em
Cause these pussy niggas sweet
My dawg ain't been home 24 hours
And I'm runnin' him the play
He don't even know
We stickin' my old plug up out da bay
I'm sittin' back thinkin' if the shit go through
That's a million plus in one day
Let me call my gangsta bitch
I know she gon make somethin shake
I be trappin' shit
But my dawg
I know he gon bag a bitch
It's a thousand pounds up in that bitch
He flex
Gon bust his shit
This is flight risk
This is outta town
First class shit
I get flier then a jet
I really be on some private shit
And it's the 21st
I'm tryna go and score on the 26th
It's a million dollars
Hundred racks
To my gangsta bitch
450 racks we splittin it
I'm finna set it up and shit
The plug got choppas in his stash house
But we don't want the sticks
A thousand pounds
Three hundred racks cash
I'm tryna sweep the shit
A couple pussy niggas done robbed him
And now I have to be cashin' out with these bitch ass niggas dawg
On God
We make this shit the last trip
On God
But the nigga fuck with me doe
Nigga just a pussy
I hate pussy ass niggas
Ima green light the shit
Ima fly out
Ima touch down
And it'll go from there
Aye
Put my gangsta bitch up on his ass
She gon suck his dick
I told her when you eat da nigga
Make sure he fall for your shit
Make him feel like you his bitch
If shit go left
Don't never snitch
My gangsta bitch know we don't kiss
I'm posted up
It just me and wodie
I'm sittin' back
Waitin' on the blitz
She at the spot
And she see the bricks
She text my phone
Sayin' it's a go
I'm bendin' through
It just me and bro
When we jump out
Put your mask on
Bitch there's cameras posted
On every door
Should I knock
Or should I swang the door
I'm gon pop him if he actin' slow
Shawty said they finna go out to eat
He puttin' on some clothes
Soon as he walked out the door
I upped it
Got up on em close
Bitch it's time to rock n roll
Brodie
Bitch go find the bowls
Bitch
Where that stash at
Pussy don't make me snatch yo soul
Brodie said it's ten body bags
Filled with monkey bowls
We gon take the bowls and take the cash
Should I leave his ass
Looked up at my bitch
Said what's the count
She said five hundred cash
He beggin' for his life
I ain't gon lie
I might just off his ass
This the last trip part one
Bitch I'm on ya ass
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Writer(s): Maurice Ivanson
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