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Trip on It (feat. DaBoii, $tupid Young & Fenix Flexin)
ALLBLACK & 22nd Jim
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Cal-A, keep it lit Ask Bape, I got every cleat up in the store (Cleat check) ALLBLACK got some real pimpin' goin' on Hit Barneys, spend a D, press Scott on Louis (Thank you) Thought I was 1017 in all this Gucci (Gucci) J****h money like I'm Berkley, bustdown jew'y I'm the cleat man and money man, b***h, salute me Field, Marshall, or the blade, all I served is coochie Austin Powers groovy, m***y in me, it's a movie I ain't lovin', cuffin' nothin', that's for everybody I'm like Tre Factor, my knockoff pockets is sloppy (I need it all) Put your hands on your knees, b***h, give me a boost (Break your back) I need a b***h who don't mind rubbers on her tooth Bust an outcall with a white colored jawn at Ruths Glock in the coupe, I'm in the field turned up like Juice Everybody in your clique gon' die, you touch me (Die) Golden State, I'm number one like Meech or Muggsy (Cal-A made that beat, I had to trip on it) Trip On It, Tell ****, hit my line when that bag lan He called me, say he gotta do the bag dance It do somethin' to my soul when that bag land Call me Jimmy, I'm the 22nd bag man And I put your ass to sleep, I'm the Sandman I can't see me spending money on no lap dance Shout out my cousin, feel like, man, I made 'em tap dance Black nigga breakin' snow, save the last dance Break jaws, lost some pockets on a clumsy nigga Give me eighty for a line, hundred to lummy niggas Runnin' plays in my cleats like Polo tee Only want her if she focusing on her feet Niggas vegan to the streets, never had beef Only niggas that got stripes can stand by me Tinted windows or I'm riding in a see-through You ain't gotta keep staring, you can speak, boo Cal-A, keep it lit And I just want the finer things in life, I feel like Polo G You niggas worry about breakin' down the door and I done stole the key Got a b***h to cool me down up in the booth 'cause I might overheat I can't believe it took me all these views for you to notice me I can't believe the mother****in' devil got a hold of me The beef he running from, your favorite rapper, I control the beef Crazy how they hate up in my city but it's love overseas Oh, why he never take his glasses off? They like, "That boy a geek" Got the word that Cal-A made this b***h, so now I'm trippin' on it Heard all your music through your label and they sittin' on it Why the **** is niggas muggin' like bring my gun? B***h, I ain't LL Cool J, I don't need no love And brodie pull up from the three, that boy Stojaković I heard you was the man around this b***h, I'ma still try to, nigga Brag about how you would never lack, well b***h, you dyin' with it And everybody strapped, but not too many out slidin' with 'em, b***h $tupid Young, ayy Nigga sleepin' on me, bet this 40 wake him up Thirty rounds in the clip for niggas who thinkin' they tough I can see y'all throwin' shade, these Cartier buffs You flexin' bands on the 'Gram, but that ain't enough ****in' with his BM, every day she call me bae **** her from the AM to the PM in this Bape Young Asian nigga grinding 'til I'm in the Wraith And Afficials be the label, meaning I can't **** with fakes Tell a b***h nigga hold up like my name was Slim 4 This a real nigga party, you can't get the info Trap with my killers and them niggas got them pistols All type of magazines, you can get the issue Cal-A, keep it lit, ayy, ayy You ain't gotta keep staring, you can speak, b***h We them niggas ridin' 'round town tryna sweep shit Lollipop ass nigga on some sweet shit I got this big chop, I ain't playin' any defense Niggas ain't gangster, they just rap good (B***h) Smokin' Runtz by the eighth in a Backwood I just talked down some chile, yeah, I'm that good (Ayy) These niggas do it for the 'Gram, they just act hood Ayy, I been feeling like the chosen one B***h, your nigga broke, girl, you chose a bum Put my buffs on a b***h, then I beat it up It's like everywhere I go, a nigga need a cut If you don't greet me with some money, I'ma leave it up To you, baby If we beefin', ain't no tweetin', I'ma heat it up Nigga, you know I move crazy Cal-A made that beat, I had to trip on it (Ayy, ayy) I'm with 22nd Ways, we the Play Runners I just pull out thirty thousand, that's some play money Ayy, nigga sprintin', run it up If I tell you come up out it, better give it up Niggas got one life, I'm finna live it up Mixing Henny with Patrón, now I'm lit as **** Nigga, haha, b***h
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