ANNIVERSARY ll
Baby, I just ran a check
Yeah, but why your shorty keep on flexing on me?
And he try to pull up, he got left in the V
You got secrets baby, shoulda kept em wit' me
My brodie he pull up, tryna skrrt
Swerve
She told me that she in love and that shit hurt
It burns
He talking crazy but that boy from the burbs
I made a hunnid in a Louis V shirt
Im getting money, stack it up and I earn
"Who is Trippy?" Whachu mean, "You aint heard?"
That boy he known for stepping on all the opps heads
Run up on me, another opp dead
He was talking crazy on that live
"Let's kill his ass" Thats what my Glock said
"I'm sorry big bro" What the opp said
And she so damn gorgeous, drop dead
I be tossin' and turnin'
I can't sleep with no melatonin like I'm on a rock bed
See my brodie he come from the bricks
Let's go, disrespect and you get shot dead
Girl It's like twenty thousand in my pocket
And girl I could put the same thing on an opps head
Brodie go tell em boys they better stop it
Yeah, fifty thousand in my pockets
They like "How he come up out of nothing, that boy ran it up to the top like a rocket"
They like "How he come up out of nothing, that boy ran it up tryna duck paparazzi"
You don't say what you need, I got you
Girl my lifestyle getting too toxic
My thoughts too big and my brain can't stop em
(Woah, woah, woah)
Ran a hunnid in the projects
Yeah, twenty thousand left pocket,
Right pocket fat, pants keep droppin'
Yeah, right pocket so fat, made a hundred thousand, boy I need to stop it
Aye, she asking me why I sip rum
Let's go, cause' girl I'm high off Oxycodin
And whatever you need, girl I got it
Girl I can't even tell you how I feel
How it feels that now I'm winnin'
Ever since a kid boy I been wit' it
I ride with a glizzy, keep it in the sprinter
And boy I been tryna keep the whole block fed
Its easy now that I been spendin'
I turn a hundred thousand to a million
You keep on asking me, like "Who is Trippy?"
That boy he known for stepping on all the opps heads
Run up on me, another opp dead
He was talking crazy on that live
"Let's kill his ass" Thats what my Glock said
"I'm sorry big bro" What the opp said
And she so damn gorgeous, drop dead
I be tossin' and turnin'
I can't sleep with no melatonin like I'm on a rock bed
Baby this Anniversary Two
Let's go, play wit' us and we gon' shoot
Brodie gon' take a nigga out his shoes, try to get it back, boy we go boom
Yeah, you really think that I be playing, yeah
Put your family family on the news
I told that hoe go back to kicking cans, yeah
Cause you not the one Ima choose
Yeah, you dont got nothing to prove
Yeah, you dont go play with that duece
We gon pop out with Ks, We pop out with choppers
They bussin', banging through the roof
Yeah, boy better hide your face
If we see you leave your brains on my shoe
If we see you, we gon' shoot like some hoops
My brodie tryna shoot the duece out the duece
We spinnin' they block like a damn hula hoop
Yeah, but why your shorty keep on flexing on me?
And he try to pull up, he got left in the V
You got secrets baby, shoulda kept em wit' me
My brodie he pull up, tryna skrrt
Swerve
She told me that she in love and that shit hurt
It burns
He talking crazy but that boy from the burbs
I made a hunnid in a Louis V shirt
Im getting money, stack it up and I earn
"Who is Trippy?" Whachu mean, "You aint heard?"
That boy he known for stepping on all the opps heads
Run up on me, another opp dead
He was talking crazy on that live
"Let's kill his ass" Thats what my Glock said
"I'm sorry big bro" What the opp said
And she so damn gorgeous, drop dead
I be tossin' and turnin'
I can't sleep with no melatonin like I'm on a rock bed
See my brodie he come from the bricks
Let's go, disrespect and you get shot dead
Girl It's like twenty thousand in my pocket
And girl I could put the same thing on an opps head
Brodie go tell em boys they better stop it
Yeah, fifty thousand in my pockets
They like "How he come up out of nothing, that boy ran it up to the top like a rocket"
They like "How he come up out of nothing, that boy ran it up tryna duck paparazzi"
You don't say what you need, I got you
Girl my lifestyle getting too toxic
My thoughts too big and my brain can't stop em
(Woah, woah, woah)
Ran a hunnid in the projects
Yeah, twenty thousand left pocket,
Right pocket fat, pants keep droppin'
Yeah, right pocket so fat, made a hundred thousand, boy I need to stop it
Aye, she asking me why I sip rum
Let's go, cause' girl I'm high off Oxycodin
And whatever you need, girl I got it
Girl I can't even tell you how I feel
How it feels that now I'm winnin'
Ever since a kid boy I been wit' it
I ride with a glizzy, keep it in the sprinter
And boy I been tryna keep the whole block fed
Its easy now that I been spendin'
I turn a hundred thousand to a million
You keep on asking me, like "Who is Trippy?"
That boy he known for stepping on all the opps heads
Run up on me, another opp dead
He was talking crazy on that live
"Let's kill his ass" Thats what my Glock said
"I'm sorry big bro" What the opp said
And she so damn gorgeous, drop dead
I be tossin' and turnin'
I can't sleep with no melatonin like I'm on a rock bed
Baby this Anniversary Two
Let's go, play wit' us and we gon' shoot
Brodie gon' take a nigga out his shoes, try to get it back, boy we go boom
Yeah, you really think that I be playing, yeah
Put your family family on the news
I told that hoe go back to kicking cans, yeah
Cause you not the one Ima choose
Yeah, you dont got nothing to prove
Yeah, you dont go play with that duece
We gon pop out with Ks, We pop out with choppers
They bussin', banging through the roof
Yeah, boy better hide your face
If we see you leave your brains on my shoe
If we see you, we gon' shoot like some hoops
My brodie tryna shoot the duece out the duece
We spinnin' they block like a damn hula hoop
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Writer(s): Koffi Nodem
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