Trips To Atlanta (feat. Dj slimeball)

(I ain't trippin', I'm doin' a pick-up)

(Big bro bought her hair and it fixed her)

(With these bags on the road like a Lyft truck)

(Got so high thought this bih was a Lamb' truck)

(Got so high thought I was in Florida)

(With your bitch, I don't know, I'm just hoeing her)

(Hey Chris)

(What?)

Yeah (Wait, wait)

Yeah (Wait)

Gettin' too high, might just have to exit

Technical foul, yeah

But I'm on the block with that Tec, yeah

I'm a young ****, I don't care where my ex at

Just walk, tryna see where that check at

I got these racks, that's the best bet

I call up yo' bitch, she got best neck

I watch this shit cookup, yeah

Plugged in, hookup, damn

I might just take 'em

Damn this bih bad, I'll make her a hooker, damn

**** tryna pay for a cup, put this shit on yo' ass

Can't even get up

Two XO's, I'm high doing sit-up's

Two bad ho's, I'm makin' 'em link up

Ten bag gone, this shit like a re-run

Trap phone, when it ring Ima pick up

I ain't trippin', I'm doin' a pick-up

Big bro bought her hair and it fixed her

With these bag' on the road like a Lyft truck

Got so high thought this bih was a Lamb' truck

Got so high thought I was in Florida

With your bitch, I don't know her, I'm just hoeing her

I'm the one, tell a bitch I'm ignoring her

On a hoe, we don't care, I'm just flooring sumn

Tryna tell you, I'm a king like the damn card

Tryna tell you I'm just running this money up

I ain't even try hard, but that shit hard

Tryna tell you these **** can't fuck with us

Tryna tell you this gas got a real musk

I'm on the road all day when them deals come in

I'll run through a deal 'for a deal come

How you take all the percs and the play is comin'?

I'm on acid, I can't even feel nothing

Tryna tell you lil **** I'm a real one

(?)

(If you don't have your shit, go get some)

Hit your bitch, she did that just to get some

Hit a lick, I did that for Air Force 1s

Like I'm Sprite, in your trap, I indorse one

I'm with the big dawg, but I really just showed somethin'

300 days, keep this shit goin'

365 make a whole hunnid

I watch this shit cookup, yeah

Plugged in, hookup, damn

I might just take 'em

Damn this bih bad, I'll make her a hooker, damn

**** tryna pay for a cup, put this shit on yo' ass

Can't even get up

Two XO's, I'm high doing sit-up's

Two bad ho's, I'm makin' 'em link up

Ten bag gone, this shit like a re-run

Trap phone, when it ring I'ma pick up

I ain't trippin', I'm doin' a pick-up

Big bro bought her hair and it fixed her