Trip Out (feat. FN DaDealer)

Ayy, Liijah, you straight from ATL

Run it up, stack it all, make sure it never falls

Pushing weight like LA Fitness, I damn near can buy two buildings

Same bitch you cherish, swallow me, she pull up, gargle me

Make sure that you always keep it real 'cause it's gon' cost you, ****

If you ever think 'bout sliding through here, just bring your coffin with you

Circle small, I don't fuck with ****, my pockets filled, nothin' but dead faces

I just text my freak ho like, "What's wrong?" Ain't had that head lately

They fucked up, got me pissed off, all these racks, no trust for trick off

I been ballin' before Tempo, I type "Wrote", them youngins trip out

You gon' die, you whip your Blick out

He done crossed five bitches, that's his fault

Duck your head when we come through, nine out of ten, we stoppin' shit

We leave shit slumped, then drive a C cars in, a AP can't decide

She suck the dick, look in my eyes, this lil' ho came on demon time

Thousand shots if they come for me, my choppa keep me company

No one else can't come for me, I broke her heart but I can't fix it

Yes, I'm lit, I must admit it, to that money, I'm addicted

Run it up, stack it all, make sure it never falls

Pushing weight like LA Fitness, I damn near can buy two buildings

Same bitch you cherish, swallow me, she pull up, gargle me

Make sure that you always keep it real 'cause it's gon' cost you, ****

If you ever think 'bout sliding through here, just bring your coffin with you

Circle small, I don't fuck with ****, my pockets filled, nothin' but dead faces

I just text my freak ho like, "What's wrong?" Ain't had that head lately

They fucked up, got me pissed off, all these racks, no trust for trick off

I been ballin' before Tempo, I type "Wrote", them youngins trip out

Lil' bitch, I'm the dealer

I already got his soul before I got him

I'm ridin' V12 with them racks in the middle

**** twelve, they gon' tell when we blitz 'em

She broke, she think I'ma fix her (Fix her)

Stand over here, make sure you kill 'em (Kill 'em)

Get up close, make sure you don't miss 'em (Close, boom)

Send 'em home, dismiss 'em (Yeah)

Hop out the car, let that chalk

Twenty racks a get 'em gone

He must have thought he couldn't get caught, we hit that switch and let it off

Q and Tifa, set it off

I turned my killer to a boss

Bitch, don't speak on what you see or what you saw

You gon' make us cause a scene

To paint this bitch blood and raw (Yeah, let's do it)

Run it up, stack it all, make sure it never falls

Pushing weight like LA Fitness, I damn near can buy two buildings

Same bitch you cherish, swallow me, she pull up, gargle me

Make sure that you always keep it real 'cause it's gon' cost you, ****

If you ever think 'bout sliding through here, just bring your coffin with you

Circle small, I don't fuck with ****, my pockets filled, nothin' but dead faces

I just text my freak ho like, "What's wrong?" Ain't had that head lately

They fucked up, got me pissed off, all these racks, no trust for trick off

I been ballin' before Tempo, I type "Wrote", them youngins trip out