Trippy

Shit is getting louder So it’s fucking up my brain Acid trip reached it peaked And I'm tryna' not to geek So I'm heading to back Tryna' smoke and relax My mans laid on the flat A fifth of hen, my mans clapped And there's my stoner buddies So I'm finna be smacked Smoke a eighth to the face Put these n****s to disgrace They moving like they featherweight They moving like they featherweight Ever since the acid trip the world been slowing down and shit N****s often being lazy And often calling quits I don’t understand this shit I don’t understand this shit I don’t understand this shit I don’t understand this shit It’s trippy And she Whitney I aint Bobby So I dippy Spending cash on the craft See the vision, mark it fast Cause by the time we blow You gon' be wishing you was there Aye, Travis with the switch up A$AP Rocky with the hair