Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Let's go
Why they play with Tripp like that?
No, I don't condone the trolling
Pop out with the biggest Mac you've seen
And that bitch fully loaded,
And I'll really bust it too
What you think I'm scared to do it
We pop out with them cutters, too
They singin', and think I'm hearing music
Damn, f*ck all that
My new bitch so bad, I'm trying to bust on that
Tummy tuck,
Broski got that tummy tuck, that stomach strap
Just like it's graduation
Pop out throwin shit, we really catchin' hats
And I don't play at all
Smack you in your shit like, "what you laughing at?"
I might blow the city up and stay to see the aftermath
I got there, and somebody got killed
What happened after that
Yeah, I'm back in your city, where it's brackin' at
Shout out to the bros
Shout out to lil Mari
Shout out to lil Mani
I just saw my bros, tote ARPs
Shout out to Lil Donny
Shout out, bro
Shout out other bro
Shout out, shh- can't say
Oh, he dissing
Put one in his face
"How that hot shit taste?"
I think my bro bipolar
How he throw up fours when that boy from the trey
Why they play with Tripp like that?
No, I don't condone the trolling
Pop out with the biggest Mac you've seen
And that bitch fully loaded,
And I'll really bust it too
What you think I'm scared to do it
We pop out with them cutters, too
They singin', and think I'm hearing music
Damn, damn, where your strap?
You keep talking bout lil Trippy money, nigga, where yours at?
You keep talking bout lil Trippy bank, like nigga, wheres yours at?
I pull up in that motherf*cking tank like nigga, where your strap
And no, we did not come out here to play
We tryna to kill sum'
Why is it so many opps outside
I'm trying to kill one
Yeah, that's my lil' bro, and he ain't tell
He a real one
Bitch, I'm like Darth Vader with my haters
He my real son
I took her to the crib
I know she know I'm trying to feel sum'
Damn, this the opp bitch
I ain't know
I don't feel bad
You my real son
No adoption
I'm your real dad
The opps know not to come around to the Ville'
It get real bad
7.62s ripping through your body
Know you feel that
Why they play with Tripp like that?
No, I don't condone the trolling
Pop out with the biggest Mac you've seen
And that bitch fully loaded,
And I'll really bust it too
What you think I'm scared to do it
We pop out with them cutters, too
They singin', and think I'm hearing music
Damn, f*ck all that
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Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Let's go
Why they play with Tripp like that?
No, I don't condone the trolling
Pop out with the biggest Mac you've seen
And that bitch fully loaded,
And I'll really bust it too
What you think I'm scared to do it
We pop out with them cutters, too
They singin', and think I'm hearing music
Damn, f*ck all that
My new bitch so bad, I'm trying to bust on that
Tummy tuck,
Broski got that tummy tuck, that stomach strap
Just like it's graduation
Pop out throwin shit, we really catchin' hats
And I don't play at all
Smack you in your shit like, "what you laughing at?"
I might blow the city up and stay to see the aftermath
I got there, and somebody got killed
What happened after that
Yeah, I'm back in your city, where it's brackin' at
Shout out to the bros
Shout out to lil Mari
Shout out to lil Mani
I just saw my bros, tote ARPs
Shout out to Lil Donny
Shout out, bro
Shout out other bro
Shout out, shh- can't say
Oh, he dissing
Put one in his face
"How that hot shit taste?"
I think my bro bipolar
How he throw up fours when that boy from the trey
Why they play with Tripp like that?
No, I don't condone the trolling
Pop out with the biggest Mac you've seen
And that bitch fully loaded,
And I'll really bust it too
What you think I'm scared to do it
We pop out with them cutters, too
They singin', and think I'm hearing music
Damn, damn, where your strap?
You keep talking bout lil Trippy money, nigga, where yours at?
You keep talking bout lil Trippy bank, like nigga, wheres yours at?
I pull up in that motherf*cking tank like nigga, where your strap
And no, we did not come out here to play
We tryna to kill sum'
Why is it so many opps outside
I'm trying to kill one
Yeah, that's my lil' bro, and he ain't tell
He a real one
Bitch, I'm like Darth Vader with my haters
He my real son
I took her to the crib
I know she know I'm trying to feel sum'
Damn, this the opp bitch
I ain't know
I don't feel bad
You my real son
No adoption
I'm your real dad
The opps know not to come around to the Ville'
It get real bad
7.62s ripping through your body
Know you feel that
Why they play with Tripp like that?
No, I don't condone the trolling
Pop out with the biggest Mac you've seen
And that bitch fully loaded,
And I'll really bust it too
What you think I'm scared to do it
We pop out with them cutters, too
They singin', and think I'm hearing music
Damn, f*ck all that
Let's go
Why they play with Tripp like that?
No, I don't condone the trolling
Pop out with the biggest Mac you've seen
And that bitch fully loaded,
And I'll really bust it too
What you think I'm scared to do it
We pop out with them cutters, too
They singin', and think I'm hearing music
Damn, f*ck all that
My new bitch so bad, I'm trying to bust on that
Tummy tuck,
Broski got that tummy tuck, that stomach strap
Just like it's graduation
Pop out throwin shit, we really catchin' hats
And I don't play at all
Smack you in your shit like, "what you laughing at?"
I might blow the city up and stay to see the aftermath
I got there, and somebody got killed
What happened after that
Yeah, I'm back in your city, where it's brackin' at
Shout out to the bros
Shout out to lil Mari
Shout out to lil Mani
I just saw my bros, tote ARPs
Shout out to Lil Donny
Shout out, bro
Shout out other bro
Shout out, shh- can't say
Oh, he dissing
Put one in his face
"How that hot shit taste?"
I think my bro bipolar
How he throw up fours when that boy from the trey
Why they play with Tripp like that?
No, I don't condone the trolling
Pop out with the biggest Mac you've seen
And that bitch fully loaded,
And I'll really bust it too
What you think I'm scared to do it
We pop out with them cutters, too
They singin', and think I'm hearing music
Damn, damn, where your strap?
You keep talking bout lil Trippy money, nigga, where yours at?
You keep talking bout lil Trippy bank, like nigga, wheres yours at?
I pull up in that motherf*cking tank like nigga, where your strap
And no, we did not come out here to play
We tryna to kill sum'
Why is it so many opps outside
I'm trying to kill one
Yeah, that's my lil' bro, and he ain't tell
He a real one
Bitch, I'm like Darth Vader with my haters
He my real son
I took her to the crib
I know she know I'm trying to feel sum'
Damn, this the opp bitch
I ain't know
I don't feel bad
You my real son
No adoption
I'm your real dad
The opps know not to come around to the Ville'
It get real bad
7.62s ripping through your body
Know you feel that
Why they play with Tripp like that?
No, I don't condone the trolling
Pop out with the biggest Mac you've seen
And that bitch fully loaded,
And I'll really bust it too
What you think I'm scared to do it
We pop out with them cutters, too
They singin', and think I'm hearing music
Damn, f*ck all that
Writer: Koffi Nodem
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