Trippin Off Me

Woke up thinking about the pape Trying to get some Bitch trying to f*ck I've been up Zaza and dead niggas trying to twist up I like the G3C ima' get one Sipping two fours gave a nigga hiccups Big slugs shell catch, no pick up Bro finna' catch ten, don't get up And this money heavyweight no sit ups Acting like I did something to you? You tripping off me I'm gonna keep on smoking, smoking (Drinking) And sipping (Sipping) You already know the motion moving We different homie Don't need nothing else up on my back that's trying to hold me down You don't know KB don't cap now Walked in LV trying to bag shop Nigga say something else ima' lash out I don't like slow money took the fast route Spent a bag on the chain I could brag now I love the way the wood clock, Ima' ash now You ain't with the winning team? Then you ass'ed out Yea Acting like I did something and you Be tripping off me I'm gonna keep on smoking, smoking (Drinking) And sipping (Sipping) You already know the motion moving We different homie Don't need nothing else up on my back that's trying to hold me down (Hold me down) Moving too damn fast But they keep trying to slow me down Two coffee cups in my hand but this that codeine now Got to keep a cold is getting colder now Just had a showing we sold it out (Sold it out) Gotta keep a strap we getting older now Trying to get payed I ain't going out Just got a bag and then blowed it out And this bitch trying f*ck but that's over now Got to keep a strap getting older now F*ck is you fake tripping over now? Young Joc when you see me then it's going down And my brother got the chop with a hundred rounds Yea Acting like I did something and you Be tripping off me I'm gonna keep on smoking, smoking (Drinking) And sipping (Sipping) You already know the motion Moving We different homie Yea Yea Niggas got on façades they hella phony Bitch you friends with them niggas trying to tell up on me? These 7.62's not pellets homie I'll turn a nigga brains into Pasta-Roni It be the close ones too, put a watch on em Worried about what's in my pocket It's a lot on me And these hating niggas watching trying to plot on me And I'm rolling through the city with the chop on me