Yeah, I ain't really tripping
Why you tripping on me baby you different
Ride in this sprinter, middle of Winter
Yeah, up to bat hit a dinger
Yeah, leave the state we in Denver
Woah, buy her skirt hope it fit her
Woah, locked in stu with my brother
Woah, had no table had sofa
Yeah, real deal don ain't talk to sophia
They watch this shit like TV, like Soap Operas
That choppa big I make it sing like Opera
For a million dollars I wouldn't even f*ck Oprah
Uh, he got his hand out like he know us
Ain't no handouts, nigga, put your hand down
Gotta show us, nigga, think he the man now
I leave em comas, leave him in the lost and found
These niggas lost and found, I got a touchdown
I got that touchdown, I feel like Randy Moss
These niggas know the cost, and its not dropping now
She let me ship the crib, treat it like my crib now
Time to grow up, niggas have their kids now
I'm in Strickland', nigga, f*ck the pigs now
I gotta kickstand', hope that it don't fall down
Uh, fall down, hope that it don't fall down
Yeah, I ain't really tripping
Why you tripping on me baby you different
Ride in this sprinter, middle of Winter
Yeah, up to bat hit a dinger
Yeah, leave the state we in Denver
Woah, buy her skirt hope it fit her
Woah, locked in stu with my brother
Woah, had no table had sofa
Yeah, real deal don, and tote an aliyah
I ride on ATVs, I'm poppin' wheelies ya
I got these Balmain jeans, I got this bubble jacket
Brody he make it squeeze and he ride with a hatchet
So depressin', pretend like I'm happy
I've been steppin', I feel like I'm badly
I've been badly, badly, off Cali pack
I've been badly, bad at not coming back
Said this shit to the heart, but I ain't calling no one back
Take it from the start, bitch, I got my own back
I don't wanna talk, he ain't talking no cash
I didn't buy her bag, she ain't shaking no ass, in the flats, in the Land, we in Cleveland
Most depressed season, f*ck around and I might leave it
Said it, I might leave it, f*ck around, I might stay in it
Yeah, you can f*ck with me, got f*ck around, be super saiyan
Yeah, I ain't really tripping
Why you tripping on me baby you different
Ride in this sprinter, middle of Winter
Yeah, up to bat hit a dinger
Yeah, leave the state we in Denver
Woah, buy her skirt hope it fit her
Woah, locked in stu with my brother
Woah, had no table had sofa
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Yeah, I ain't really tripping
Why you tripping on me baby you different
Ride in this sprinter, middle of Winter
Yeah, up to bat hit a dinger
Yeah, leave the state we in Denver
Woah, buy her skirt hope it fit her
Woah, locked in stu with my brother
Woah, had no table had sofa
Yeah, real deal don ain't talk to sophia
They watch this shit like TV, like Soap Operas
That choppa big I make it sing like Opera
For a million dollars I wouldn't even f*ck Oprah
Uh, he got his hand out like he know us
Ain't no handouts, nigga, put your hand down
Gotta show us, nigga, think he the man now
I leave em comas, leave him in the lost and found
These niggas lost and found, I got a touchdown
I got that touchdown, I feel like Randy Moss
These niggas know the cost, and its not dropping now
She let me ship the crib, treat it like my crib now
Time to grow up, niggas have their kids now
I'm in Strickland', nigga, f*ck the pigs now
I gotta kickstand', hope that it don't fall down
Uh, fall down, hope that it don't fall down
Yeah, I ain't really tripping
Why you tripping on me baby you different
Ride in this sprinter, middle of Winter
Yeah, up to bat hit a dinger
Yeah, leave the state we in Denver
Woah, buy her skirt hope it fit her
Woah, locked in stu with my brother
Woah, had no table had sofa
Yeah, real deal don, and tote an aliyah
I ride on ATVs, I'm poppin' wheelies ya
I got these Balmain jeans, I got this bubble jacket
Brody he make it squeeze and he ride with a hatchet
So depressin', pretend like I'm happy
I've been steppin', I feel like I'm badly
I've been badly, badly, off Cali pack
I've been badly, bad at not coming back
Said this shit to the heart, but I ain't calling no one back
Take it from the start, bitch, I got my own back
I don't wanna talk, he ain't talking no cash
I didn't buy her bag, she ain't shaking no ass, in the flats, in the Land, we in Cleveland
Most depressed season, f*ck around and I might leave it
Said it, I might leave it, f*ck around, I might stay in it
Yeah, you can f*ck with me, got f*ck around, be super saiyan
Yeah, I ain't really tripping
Why you tripping on me baby you different
Ride in this sprinter, middle of Winter
Yeah, up to bat hit a dinger
Yeah, leave the state we in Denver
Woah, buy her skirt hope it fit her
Woah, locked in stu with my brother
Woah, had no table had sofa
Why you tripping on me baby you different
Ride in this sprinter, middle of Winter
Yeah, up to bat hit a dinger
Yeah, leave the state we in Denver
Woah, buy her skirt hope it fit her
Woah, locked in stu with my brother
Woah, had no table had sofa
Yeah, real deal don ain't talk to sophia
They watch this shit like TV, like Soap Operas
That choppa big I make it sing like Opera
For a million dollars I wouldn't even f*ck Oprah
Uh, he got his hand out like he know us
Ain't no handouts, nigga, put your hand down
Gotta show us, nigga, think he the man now
I leave em comas, leave him in the lost and found
These niggas lost and found, I got a touchdown
I got that touchdown, I feel like Randy Moss
These niggas know the cost, and its not dropping now
She let me ship the crib, treat it like my crib now
Time to grow up, niggas have their kids now
I'm in Strickland', nigga, f*ck the pigs now
I gotta kickstand', hope that it don't fall down
Uh, fall down, hope that it don't fall down
Yeah, I ain't really tripping
Why you tripping on me baby you different
Ride in this sprinter, middle of Winter
Yeah, up to bat hit a dinger
Yeah, leave the state we in Denver
Woah, buy her skirt hope it fit her
Woah, locked in stu with my brother
Woah, had no table had sofa
Yeah, real deal don, and tote an aliyah
I ride on ATVs, I'm poppin' wheelies ya
I got these Balmain jeans, I got this bubble jacket
Brody he make it squeeze and he ride with a hatchet
So depressin', pretend like I'm happy
I've been steppin', I feel like I'm badly
I've been badly, badly, off Cali pack
I've been badly, bad at not coming back
Said this shit to the heart, but I ain't calling no one back
Take it from the start, bitch, I got my own back
I don't wanna talk, he ain't talking no cash
I didn't buy her bag, she ain't shaking no ass, in the flats, in the Land, we in Cleveland
Most depressed season, f*ck around and I might leave it
Said it, I might leave it, f*ck around, I might stay in it
Yeah, you can f*ck with me, got f*ck around, be super saiyan
Yeah, I ain't really tripping
Why you tripping on me baby you different
Ride in this sprinter, middle of Winter
Yeah, up to bat hit a dinger
Yeah, leave the state we in Denver
Woah, buy her skirt hope it fit her
Woah, locked in stu with my brother
Woah, had no table had sofa
Writer: Titus Spencer
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