Trip To Jersey ft. Chow Lee Lyrics

Do you think you're better off alone

This shit just don't sound cool

Do you think you're better off alone

Bitch, that bitch wanna party and get lit too, nigga

Girl, just play house now

My boy

Ay, look

She wanna link, let's link

I slay what the fuck you think

That shit in my cup look pink, okay, that shit in my cup, that's lit

She wanna run, but I don't wanna fuck

when I thumb on her bun, it sting

I just pulled up in the Brinks, ass bent, I keep a gun in my mink

Hit it, hit it

He like, baby, he hope I don't get it

They don't get it, they talk it, I live it

Feelin' froggy, then leave, nigga, rip it

With a Barbie, I like back when she fucked with the Mollies

I was young, had a crush on Karlie

Now I probably could fuck an iCarly

Couple niggas that say they gon' haunt me

You on my army, hands in the air, my show like a robbery

Wild boy, nobody could call me

Hit a lick, I spend half on the dancers

Moving slow, I got drunk in this Phantom

And my name got ranked in the standards

And my bitch dad played for the Panthers

I got hoes in Bama

She wanna show me she love me

I told her, just show the camera

Slap

You wanna show me you love me, okay

Then let me fuck you on camera, yeah

No, no, no, I don't got manners

Hit her face down with her ass up, yeah

Going up them racks, had to man up

Glock with a switch and a drum, it could jam up

It's a possibility

If it's hostility, I bring them niggas with heavy artillery

That nigga mad cause I'm winning, I'm lit

And this bitch got me playing in the car auxiliary

She telling me, she taking pics in my house

Trying to tell on me

She taking pics in my house

Trying to tell on me

Look, she still got the go-dak out

She can't get on me

I'm fucking off me

I just allegedly

I just allegedly

I just allegedly