(Ayy, ABU)
(Yea, Forever Foreign, bitch)
(Yea, ayy)
Them niggas, trippin' why they trippin'
Pack came through the mail, come send your digits, I ain't phishing
Why them niggas hating, they some no life bitches
Why the phone go crazy, I just post a couple pictures
I'm, I been booted up, I been getting so high, year
Zooted off the gas, I ain't never get tired
This that Cali shit, deep up in my lungs, like hold up
Hearing hella' shit, man I'm way too geeked it's over
Walked up in the 7, split some bread up with my cudi
We done ran into an older broad, cheating on her hubby
I said, come gimme a try, baby you gone love me
I got looks and I got shh, and I got that money
You better have insurance, way I'm finna rip your tummy
Flip you over, show some courage, take your hands off, why you running
Take another hit, I'm seeing stars, oh I'm gone (ayy)
I'm trancing in and out, my consciousness been playing dumb
I can't tell what's real or fake, I swear to god man I don't know
I can't wait till I blow up and see the fake hitting my phone
Pour it up with some Henny, baby WAP-like ocean
Since I got rid of the fat, I swear I've had that motion
My pockets full of bread and lettuce, pussy they eat kosher
I split the cash up with my Migos, nigga that's our culture
They say go broke, nigga nah I can't
Getting to this cash, ain't stopping me no blockade
Niggas on they ass all day, like f*ck you finna wait
Come to me and swerve that weight, I swear I'll get you paid
Them niggas, trippin' why they trippin'
Pack came through the mail, come send your digits, I ain't phishing
Why them niggas hating, they some no life bitches
Why the phone go crazy, I just post a couple pictures
I'm, I been booted up, I been getting so high, year
Zooted off the gas, I ain't never get tired
This that Cali shit, deep up in my lungs, like hold up
Hearing hella' shit, man I'm way too geeked it's over
Lealem - TRIPPIN Lyrics
Lealem - TRIPPIN Lyrics
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(Ayy, ABU)
(Yea, Forever Foreign, bitch)
(Yea, ayy)
Them niggas, trippin' why they trippin'
Pack came through the mail, come send your digits, I ain't phishing
Why them niggas hating, they some no life bitches
Why the phone go crazy, I just post a couple pictures
I'm, I been booted up, I been getting so high, year
Zooted off the gas, I ain't never get tired
This that Cali shit, deep up in my lungs, like hold up
Hearing hella' shit, man I'm way too geeked it's over
Walked up in the 7, split some bread up with my cudi
We done ran into an older broad, cheating on her hubby
I said, come gimme a try, baby you gone love me
I got looks and I got shh, and I got that money
You better have insurance, way I'm finna rip your tummy
Flip you over, show some courage, take your hands off, why you running
Take another hit, I'm seeing stars, oh I'm gone (ayy)
I'm trancing in and out, my consciousness been playing dumb
I can't tell what's real or fake, I swear to god man I don't know
I can't wait till I blow up and see the fake hitting my phone
Pour it up with some Henny, baby WAP-like ocean
Since I got rid of the fat, I swear I've had that motion
My pockets full of bread and lettuce, pussy they eat kosher
I split the cash up with my Migos, nigga that's our culture
They say go broke, nigga nah I can't
Getting to this cash, ain't stopping me no blockade
Niggas on they ass all day, like f*ck you finna wait
Come to me and swerve that weight, I swear I'll get you paid
Them niggas, trippin' why they trippin'
Pack came through the mail, come send your digits, I ain't phishing
Why them niggas hating, they some no life bitches
Why the phone go crazy, I just post a couple pictures
I'm, I been booted up, I been getting so high, year
Zooted off the gas, I ain't never get tired
This that Cali shit, deep up in my lungs, like hold up
Hearing hella' shit, man I'm way too geeked it's over
(Yea, Forever Foreign, bitch)
(Yea, ayy)
Them niggas, trippin' why they trippin'
Pack came through the mail, come send your digits, I ain't phishing
Why them niggas hating, they some no life bitches
Why the phone go crazy, I just post a couple pictures
I'm, I been booted up, I been getting so high, year
Zooted off the gas, I ain't never get tired
This that Cali shit, deep up in my lungs, like hold up
Hearing hella' shit, man I'm way too geeked it's over
Walked up in the 7, split some bread up with my cudi
We done ran into an older broad, cheating on her hubby
I said, come gimme a try, baby you gone love me
I got looks and I got shh, and I got that money
You better have insurance, way I'm finna rip your tummy
Flip you over, show some courage, take your hands off, why you running
Take another hit, I'm seeing stars, oh I'm gone (ayy)
I'm trancing in and out, my consciousness been playing dumb
I can't tell what's real or fake, I swear to god man I don't know
I can't wait till I blow up and see the fake hitting my phone
Pour it up with some Henny, baby WAP-like ocean
Since I got rid of the fat, I swear I've had that motion
My pockets full of bread and lettuce, pussy they eat kosher
I split the cash up with my Migos, nigga that's our culture
They say go broke, nigga nah I can't
Getting to this cash, ain't stopping me no blockade
Niggas on they ass all day, like f*ck you finna wait
Come to me and swerve that weight, I swear I'll get you paid
Them niggas, trippin' why they trippin'
Pack came through the mail, come send your digits, I ain't phishing
Why them niggas hating, they some no life bitches
Why the phone go crazy, I just post a couple pictures
I'm, I been booted up, I been getting so high, year
Zooted off the gas, I ain't never get tired
This that Cali shit, deep up in my lungs, like hold up
Hearing hella' shit, man I'm way too geeked it's over
Writer: Lealem Tesfaye
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