Mo Hooks

I ain't even trippin' lil' baby I do this shit for real You could just offer me some 10's or some 20s lil' baby But that should be no deal I ain't even trippin' lil' baby I ain't even askin' for shit when I was really down no meal I ain't even trippin' lil' baby My Guys , jus gon' slide with some shit, make the pole fell , F*ck up her brain, make the hoe fail Pushed up a Glock, It was Show & Tell Hop out, we knock' at your doorbell Hop out on feet, at the road rail Glock super hot, make the hoe melt I was down with the guys, it was no help Down with the guys, it was no look Lil' bro keep swingin', throw mo hooks Came out the streets, see was no books I put my thoughts in these notebooks Hop out with Glocks, make him choke, look, yea Hop out with Glocks, make him get low I'm tryna fight too, kimbo I'm tryna fight too, Gervonta I make him run, it's a runway Cannot go far, it's a one-way But I f*ck around, let him live Sit down and smoke me a Wood, with my hitman If the lil' nigga get five, he gon' get ten Oh God, who the f*ck is this hitting my phone In my thoughts, baby, leave me alone It can cost you, but don't be in the wrong She let me get it, then doubled it back She think that I'm Patrick Mahomes If I done did it, I ain't tellin' you shit I'd probably be chillin' at home Like baby, why my thoughts went wrong? Like baby, why my thoughts went left I put my thoughts on the shelf I had you up in the rank Practiced on aiming with a CO2 tank Practiced our pain, we shootin' with paint Niggas be pussy , they see me, they faint spinagain gang, nigga, we up in the rank Knew I was a star, nigga, I ain't even thank' Knew I was a star, nigga, I ain't even beefin She come to suck me, she leave here, she leakin' How you get high, but it's only on the weekend I don't smoke backwoods, but baby, I'm cheafin' I'm super high, super high, Wiz Khalifin' Look at her eyes, she gon' cry if I'm leavin' I don't trust niggas, cause niggas be thievin I don't trust niggas at all, yeah Like I'm never droppin' the ball Like I'm never droppin' the rock How could you think I would flop How could you think I would fold? Put a nigga up like clothes, yeah Put a nigga up like a bin Hop out & f*ck it & spin Hop out and f*ck it and gettem How bout I shoot with no rhythm Hop out I shoot with no rhythm