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Verse 1
Sippin on OE, hitting on OG like bitch what you know
Bitch I’m so gone I just can’t see the floor anymore and my eyes are the only thing low
4 shot poured but we need to reload, got freaky hoes snorting blow in a row
Just me and my bros, Izzy, Hairy, and Manolo, and Phily Finago let’s go
Double cup styrofoam move in slow mo
Bottles is hollow can’t drink anymore
Fuck the 5O getting Pillsbury dough
Tell her my dick’s a Chipotle burrito
No silver wrapper shawty it’s gold
You should just eat it before it gets cold
Hit pussy ji like a OT field goal
On the road to riches you paying tolls
Tryna get sold out in all of the stores
Computers have froze too many dowdloads
Take shrooms like Mario so you can grow
Snakes in the grass you bout to get mowed
Raising my tolerance the bar, my money like how long, rappers are subpar
Eat dem in candy jars, go hard dats dry tar, spit like a retard, gone I mean too far
Smoke on the North Star, mic in the OR, turn up like there was just no laws, drinkin wit no straws, run and get no yards
Fuckin a bad brod then I just doze off we trippy
Hook
We trippy got got all my niggas wit me
We trippy your bitch high as fuck I bet she won’t forget me
We trippy we trippy got all these bitches wit me
We trippy we trippy till feds come and get me NIGGA
Verse 2
Trippy like hippies we faded, new school your style is outdated twisted we braided
Knew this a hit when I laid it, like your bitch ain’t even dated, I came belated
Getting cheese bet yours is grated, floating round like parade, on Thanksgiving day
Spitting those flames like my tongue cagen, passing your bitch and her test wasn’t graded
No kidding pop pills as proscription tryna get signed petitions
You snitchin come in your house no permission fucking your Mrs
Shut the fuck up and listen or its this 30 I’m gripping
Gimmie whatever work you flippin dying wit no one missing
Lifted flow wit precision, these drinks are blurring my vision
Get money by all conditions, loud sound like collisions
Catch Up like some condiments, I don’t turn up moderate
Hung like Christmas ornaments, pull bads whores while I’m disorient hard body monuments
Bitch say my rhymes marvalous, kill you rappers to show my dominance
In this game Finago prominent, bad hoes come from every continent. Trippy
Hook
We trippy got got all my niggas wit me
We trippy your bitch high as fuck I bet she won’t forget me
We trippy we trippy got all. These bitches wit me
We trippy we trippy till feds come and get me NIGGA
Verse 3
3rd verse just gonna get worst hit a nigga where it hurts
Your bitch juicy like Starbursts, stay wit me like her pusre
Till a nigga try to snatch it gotta pull the ratchet
Click clack we blasting split your cap in half don’t know what happened
You and playoff breds is matching, you can have her your bitch ratchet
You nappin in a casket, this cash I’m too attached man
My fashion you can’t match it, you faggots have to ration
Lion recording roars, and your whore’s down on all 4’s and
Smoke more than a burning forest, way too fly I be soaring
You drizzle I’m pouring, my metaphors cause distortion
Mad with endorphin portions, fucked the world got an abortion
Spittin sick call it syphilis, hittin licks I’m mischievous
Your bitch I pick like guitar riffs, I drop bong hits cause I don’t miss
Psychedelic develop a flow to envelop the masses for green call it relish
Say you the best I bet you embellish, drug I don’t take I guess Imma sell it trippy
Hook
We trippy got got all my niggas wit me
We trippy your bitch high as fuck I bet she won’t forget me
We trippy we trippy got all these bitches wit me
We trippy we trippy till feds come and get me NIGGA
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