Trippin' ft. Fuse Lyrics

Hm., hm, hm, yeah

Hm, yeah, hm, yeah, hm, wait

Hol'up, wait, hol'up, yeah

Fuse, RayKaz, ZODIE

Hm, yeah, hol'up, wait

Bitch, hm

That bitch got a de-gree in

Finance

That bitch got her pin-ky in

My pants

That bitch born in UK

So it's only right that I make sure she Wales when I land/Ireland/Island

That bitch - oh, that's yo bitch? That's, my bad

That's the third time this year, I'm trippin'

New whip got like six gears, I'm different

Push start, plus the no sound ignition

Hop on that iPhone dissin'

Paul George shooter, let my bro Clip him (hoo!)

Put his lil ass on that T-shirt, send him to Reaper

Now look - his wife gon' miss him (hoh!)

Bullets might kiss him, they cannot save you

How them niggas callin' me the best on my debut?

How my wrist be makin' all that noise when it dangle?

Ain't a nigga this unchained since Django

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Y'all gon' make him pull up with the rambo

Put that on my momma, if he work for Uncle Sam he a Sambo

G'd up in a Benz, not the Bando

Nigga, that's the plan, so we headed to the bank

Need a bankroll for the whole set

Few mo' bottles and a pretty hostess

No less than two models to give me mo' stress

No rest, we full throttle, we tryin' to progress

We the best in the West, North, South and the East

Price for a verse? Ten thousand at least

Price for my head, that's an arm and a leg

If you wanna go there, then beware, you ain't gon' never know peace

In the streets I'm a beast, in the booth I'm a brute

In the pond y'all are geese, better duck when I shoot

Get it?

And I like my beef with the cheese, no lettuce

Tryin' to feed my fetish

Muh'fucka, I'm a

Boss!

240 thou' on a house and my mama just paid the deposit

Don't nobody live in it

Crib was so big that we might put a crib in it

Only thing we feel like sharin' is dividends

Seats in the Cruisers is leather and comfy as shit

Been a while since a young nigga fidgeted

Pops flyin' private beside of the president

He came from nothin', to see it is rivetin'

We came from nothin' and made it to somethin'

My OG a CEO - he runnin' OK

We don't do queues at the airport

They waitin' for Fuse when I land, I'm escorted the whole way

Uppin' the level, one foot on the pedal, one hand on the metal

You know that's The Zo way

Put on for Zodie, I do this for CJ and Mudie and Modie

You know them my brodays!

Fuse on the mic, so it's clearly over

Way too much dough like I'm nearly Homer (doh!)

I don't recall sayin' nunna that sweet shit

Sorry my love, I was barely sober (beerly)

We was in the Rover when I had to tell you

"Get up off my shoulder! I am not your boulder!"

"All I want is to bend you over!"

She call me staples 'cause she love the way I fold-her

Hahahahahahaha...heh