Trippin Off Me Lyrics

Woke up thinking about the pape

Trying to get some

Bitch trying to fuck I've been up

Zaza and dead niggas trying to twist up

I like the G3C ima' get one

Sipping two fours gave a nigga hiccups

Big slugs shell catch, no pick up

Bro finna' catch ten, don't get up

And this money heavyweight no sit ups

Acting like I did something to you?

You tripping off me

I'm gonna keep on smoking, smoking

(Drinking)

And sipping

(Sipping)

You already know the motion moving

We different homie

Don't need nothing else up on my back that's trying to hold me down

You don't know KB don't cap now

Walked in LV trying to bag shop

Nigga say something else ima' lash out

I don't like slow money took the fast route

Spent a bag on the chain I could brag now

I love the way the wood clock, Ima' ash now

You ain't with the winning team? Then you ass'ed out

Yea

Acting like I did something and you

Be tripping off me

I'm gonna keep on smoking, smoking

(Drinking)

And sipping

(Sipping)

You already know the motion moving

We different homie

Don't need nothing else up on my back that's trying to hold me down

(Hold me down)

Moving too damn fast

But they keep trying to slow me down

Two coffee cups in my hand but this that codeine now

Got to keep a cold is getting colder now

Just had a showing we sold it out (Sold it out)

Gotta keep a strap we getting older now

Trying to get payed I ain't going out

Just got a bag and then blowed it out

And this bitch trying fuck but that's over now

Got to keep a strap getting older now

Fuck is you fake tripping over now?

Young Joc when you see me then it's going down

And my brother got the chop with a hundred rounds

Yea

Acting like I did something and you

Be tripping off me

I'm gonna keep on smoking, smoking

(Drinking)

And sipping

(Sipping)

You already know the motion

Moving

We different homie

Yea

Yea

Niggas got on façades they hella phony

Bitch you friends with them niggas trying to tell up on me?

These 7.62's not pellets homie

I'll turn a nigga brains into Pasta-Roni

It be the close ones too, put a watch on em

Worried about what's in my pocket

It's a lot on me

And these hating niggas watching trying to plot on me

And I'm rolling through the city with the chop on me