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TROP - Global Trip Lyrics



TROP - Global Trip Lyrics




Brought my strap and the pack on the road with me
Did a lot of road trips with expired tags
Hit the nearest exit twelve on my ass
Turnt up a notch then I turnt GPS on
Niggas be hatin I be like what he on
Cook up real shit got some shit you can feed on
They head be boppin as soon as the beat on

I spent some racks on a shirt that say friends VLONE
I need a bens before I need friends
I spent some rack on a shirt that say friends FRIENDS
I need them bens before I need friends

I was down on my last and a nigga had to come up
It took me some time but I figured it out
Trop got them bitches and that's word to mouth
I work out her head then work out her mouth
Yeah bitch and you already know how Im comin
Be going retarted dummy CRAZY
Brought the strap in this bitch I be thuggin it BOW
How you be hating but lovin me
Bitch I be gone off the drugs
I got a whole cup full of mud
And a backwood stuffed with bud GAS

Brought my strap and the pack on the road with me
Did a lot of road trips with expired tags
Hit the nearest exit twelve on my ass
Turnt up a notch then I turnt GPS on
Niggas be hatin I be like what he on
Cook up real shit got some shit you can feed on
They head be boppin as soon as the beat on

Brought my strap and the pack on the road with me
Did a lot of road trips with expired tags
Hit the nearest exit twelve on my ass
Turnt up a notch then I turnt GPS on
Niggas be hatin I be like what he on
Cook up real shit got some shit you can feed on
They head be boppin as soon as the beat on

I hit a lick I was Rollin with cuz
We came out that bitch with a bag full of guns
Glock 23 mossberg pumps
We around the building all black we was creepin
We came through the window while them niggas was sleepin
Throw all the phones in the bag
Before I putcha head in ya lap
Nobody didn't want to get clapped
So I grabbed that lil shit and got out
I do this shit for a living
I had to change my route
I do this shit its a given
Glock 23 mossberg pumps
I do this shit for a living
We came through the window while then niggas was sleep
I do this shit its a given

Brought my strap and the pack on the road with me
Did a lot of road trips with expired tags
Hit the nearest exit twelve on my ass
Turnt up a notch then I turnt GPS on
Niggas be hatin I be like what he on
Cook up real shit got some shit you can feed on
They head be boppin as soon as the beat on

Brought my strap and the pack on the road with me
Did a lot of road trips with expired tags
Hit the nearest exit twelve on my ass
Turnt up a notch then I turnt GPS on
Niggas be hatin I be like what he on
Cook up real shit got some shit you can feed on
They head be boppin as soon as the beat on
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Brought my strap and the pack on the road with me
Did a lot of road trips with expired tags
Hit the nearest exit twelve on my ass
Turnt up a notch then I turnt GPS on
Niggas be hatin I be like what he on
Cook up real shit got some shit you can feed on
They head be boppin as soon as the beat on

I spent some racks on a shirt that say friends VLONE
I need a bens before I need friends
I spent some rack on a shirt that say friends FRIENDS
I need them bens before I need friends

I was down on my last and a nigga had to come up
It took me some time but I figured it out
Trop got them bitches and that's word to mouth
I work out her head then work out her mouth
Yeah bitch and you already know how Im comin
Be going retarted dummy CRAZY
Brought the strap in this bitch I be thuggin it BOW
How you be hating but lovin me
Bitch I be gone off the drugs
I got a whole cup full of mud
And a backwood stuffed with bud GAS

Brought my strap and the pack on the road with me
Did a lot of road trips with expired tags
Hit the nearest exit twelve on my ass
Turnt up a notch then I turnt GPS on
Niggas be hatin I be like what he on
Cook up real shit got some shit you can feed on
They head be boppin as soon as the beat on

Brought my strap and the pack on the road with me
Did a lot of road trips with expired tags
Hit the nearest exit twelve on my ass
Turnt up a notch then I turnt GPS on
Niggas be hatin I be like what he on
Cook up real shit got some shit you can feed on
They head be boppin as soon as the beat on

I hit a lick I was Rollin with cuz
We came out that bitch with a bag full of guns
Glock 23 mossberg pumps
We around the building all black we was creepin
We came through the window while them niggas was sleepin
Throw all the phones in the bag
Before I putcha head in ya lap
Nobody didn't want to get clapped
So I grabbed that lil shit and got out
I do this shit for a living
I had to change my route
I do this shit its a given
Glock 23 mossberg pumps
I do this shit for a living
We came through the window while then niggas was sleep
I do this shit its a given

Brought my strap and the pack on the road with me
Did a lot of road trips with expired tags
Hit the nearest exit twelve on my ass
Turnt up a notch then I turnt GPS on
Niggas be hatin I be like what he on
Cook up real shit got some shit you can feed on
They head be boppin as soon as the beat on

Brought my strap and the pack on the road with me
Did a lot of road trips with expired tags
Hit the nearest exit twelve on my ass
Turnt up a notch then I turnt GPS on
Niggas be hatin I be like what he on
Cook up real shit got some shit you can feed on
They head be boppin as soon as the beat on
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Writer: Troy Martin
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Performed By: TROP
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Troy Martin

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