EBK
Uh-uh, yeah, when I pull that mask down, bitch, do not get in my way
I ain't none to play with, my blicky on me almost every day
I-I-I love my choppa, I sleep with it like that bitch my bae
They know Trippy did it, oh my God, girl, everybody late
I don't fuck with niggas, so I guess I'm everybody K
Choppa with extensions, I'm tryna knock off everybody face
Twenty thousand on me, I walk out like, damn, I'm fly today
You can do what I do if you want, boy, you can try today
It's so many ways to get that shit, I swear, it's so much fuckin' pape'
Walk up, hit your face, you better not come out them fuckin' gates
Uh, day in the life of tripp, uh, I get real bags, money
Don't pull onside this whip, uh, cause we'll shoot out of it
Uh, smoke till' it burn my lip, and that shit hurt, but bitch, I'm fried, loaded
And we don't pay for zips, go tell that bitch ass plug come get it from me
I done gave this bitch my whole damn heart and she still wanted more
She said, "boy, you trippin" and "do you love me?" I say, "I don't know"
She said, "boy, you trippin" and "do you love me?" I say, "not at all"
I don't love this bitch no more, I don't love her
I might just go and hit some hoes and never cuff them
I just pop out 20 semis and a Draco
He playin' crazy, he gon' see some repercussions
Boy we don't play that shit, we finna get the case closed
When I pull that mask down, bitch, do not get in my way
I ain't nothin' to play with, my blicky on me almost every day
I love my Choppa, I sleep with it like that bitch my bae
I ain't none to play with, my blicky on me almost every day
I-I-I love my choppa, I sleep with it like that bitch my bae
They know Trippy did it, oh my God, girl, everybody late
I don't fuck with niggas, so I guess I'm everybody K
Choppa with extensions, I'm tryna knock off everybody face
Twenty thousand on me, I walk out like, damn, I'm fly today
You can do what I do if you want, boy, you can try today
It's so many ways to get that shit, I swear, it's so much fuckin' pape'
Walk up, hit your face, you better not come out them fuckin' gates
Uh, day in the life of tripp, uh, I get real bags, money
Don't pull onside this whip, uh, cause we'll shoot out of it
Uh, smoke till' it burn my lip, and that shit hurt, but bitch, I'm fried, loaded
And we don't pay for zips, go tell that bitch ass plug come get it from me
I done gave this bitch my whole damn heart and she still wanted more
She said, "boy, you trippin" and "do you love me?" I say, "I don't know"
She said, "boy, you trippin" and "do you love me?" I say, "not at all"
I don't love this bitch no more, I don't love her
I might just go and hit some hoes and never cuff them
I just pop out 20 semis and a Draco
He playin' crazy, he gon' see some repercussions
Boy we don't play that shit, we finna get the case closed
When I pull that mask down, bitch, do not get in my way
I ain't nothin' to play with, my blicky on me almost every day
I love my Choppa, I sleep with it like that bitch my bae
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Writer(s): Koffi Nodem
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