Trip

[Intro]
Tsk, shh, hello
What’s the motion, twin?
What’s up, girl?
I ain’t on nothing, I’m in the studio right now
Well, I’ma just call you from my other phone, I’m on the way to work
Alright, bet, hit me back
Bye
Uh

[Verse 1]
Uh, money call, I go and get it

What’s the motion, twin? S*it, I’m out here in your city
How the fu*k you want it? Play with me, we going to get it
Mm, mm-mm
Pop out riding, looking for n!ggas all day, you would think they ran away
I pulled the bin to the face, but couldn’t convince KD to stay
Before you leave that Choppa house, grab the Drac’ out the fireplace
Tryna duck and dodge the National Guards, them b!tches done burned up all I raised
Bumped down the backstreet by myself, them n!ggas was faking dead on the pavement
Talked to my brother the other day, he think I don’t realize I made it
“You ain’t a robber no more, you famous
Stopped killing, but still stay dangerous”
He ain’t telling a n!gga nothing wrong, same time he foreign to gangbanging
Might take his advice when these last four n!ggas get spray-painted
My headlights off, I’m watching the rearview mirror, I ain’t going for nathan, n!gga
Can’t get this far faking, n!gga, I done missed backends for staking
N!gga, don’t throw no gun out the car when I’m high-speed, sit back, be patientMusic industry news

[Chorus]
First, I chunk a prayer to God, I’m in too deep for real
S*it broke my heart, my baby CEO turn over my L’s
In Memphis, we drip hard, so choose a side ‘fore you get nipped
N!gga, I’m CMO to death
Choppa Gang, that’s to death, lil’ n!gga
We no longer say opps, lil’ b!tch, your ass a trip
Ayy, I really spun through Kansas Court and left blood on some Crips

Pulled a K out the EBG, they whole gang got killed
Say first I scream, “Fu*k the trips,” then you scream, “Fu*k the trips,” blrrrd
Chunk a prayer to God, I’m in too deep for real
S*it broke my heart, my baby CEO turn over my L’s
In Memphis, we drip hard, so choose a side ‘fore you get nipped
N!gga, I’m CMO to death
Choppa Gang, that’s to death, lil’ n!gga
We no longer say opps, lil’ b!tch, your ass a trip
Ayy, I really spun through Kansas Court and left blood on some Crips
Pulled a K out the EBG, they whole gang got killed
Say first I scream, “Fu*k the trips,” then you scream, “Fu*k the trips,” blrrrd

[Verse 2]
You ain’t no opp, your lil’ broke ass a trip b!tch, shut up ‘fore I trip
My lil’ setup bet you trip, these 7.62s trip your whip
Free Backdoor, he CMO and he 6-0, long live Nip
Brand-new Ferrari, I wrap my Richard Mille around the steering wheel
We come from not having power steering fluid riding in a Kia
In my city, getting money cool, but you get spunked up when you kill
I was on the same s*it in the pen’, never tote a floater, everything still, n!gga
Rocking Juice, Level 7, MACs, stand up and eat, n!gga, be for real, n!ggaMusic genre discovery

[Outro]
In the chow hall with them bushes, n!gga, we dare a n!gga to push up and do what, n!gga?
And everything still like I said, n!gga, through my celly, wheel truck n!gga