Trippin

歌詞

Nigga Yeah Yeah Uh, I got racks stuffed all in my jeans now I got big plays, I can run a mean route I ain't never been no lame ass nigga, I'ma pop it I'ma run routes and catch the ball like DeAndre Hopkins Read up with the plug, got it all off today Got my wrist all in the bowl like I'm eating Frosted Flakes I ain't have to go to McDonald's, I'm ridin' with a ten-piece chicken You say, "Money ain't everything," I say, "That nigga done trippin"" Nigga, my hood, full of dope cookers (nigga) Blue-faced cardi, full of nose boogers (Bling) Gucci down, head to toe, goggles just the match (nigga) I be pullin' up in a what-kind-of-fuckin'-car- is-that Remember I ain't have no money, and them nigga laughed at me Now I stay with dog shit like I'm CredDaddy (nigga) Only way I lay down, nigga, yeah Only way I lay down, nigga, is if the feds catch me I'll beat the fuckin' bowl into that lock the way I need I'll beat the fuckin' road 'til I put that bitch to sleep This is Merc City, I'm throwin' up, but I got brothers that Z And I'm screamin', "Free my nigga," today let my nigga free I got racks stuffed all in my jeans now I got big plays, I can run a mean route I ain't never been no lame ass nigga, I'ma pop it. I'ma run routes and catch the ball like DeAndre Hopkins Read up with the plug, got it all off today Got my wrist all in the bowl like I'm eating Frosted Flakes I ain't have to go to McDonald's, I'm ridin' with a ten-piece chicken You say, "Money ain't everything," I say, "That nigga done trippin'" Nigga, my hood, full of dope cookers Blue-faced cardi, full of nose boogers