We Ain't Trippin'

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TeezyOnTheBoards

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Yeah, you know we all out here tryna get it man
Nah forreal
Shit, it's whoever get it first tho, huh
TeezyOnTheBoards
Trappin' on the block, gotta race to the plays
They hit, but we get away
I been standin' on this concrete for days
Caprisun and some chips I crave
I miss you twin, bring home Jay yeah, yeah
Yeah, I told them folks "Long Live Saint" fly high
Yeah, we gettin' this money, we ain't stuntin' the opps
We ain't trippin'
Guaranteed, we got every single drop
I'm at the Stone Mountain Inn
Yeah, I might just give a hoe to Josh
The Menace, I set a different type of trend
Stackin' these racks all the way to the sky, high, high
Yeah, yeah my stick got some mods
Yeah, this a Red Eye, don't want me to lift up the garage
Walk up, look a nigga up and down, we ain't worried about your size
I ain't with the boujie shit, you can't be stuck up and dry
We hittin' these hoes back to back, yeah we passin' 'em to the side
How you tellin' me you gon' f*ck my twin? Yeah, you aint down for the ride
Yeah, this a different kind of Benz, it got the TVs inside
Yeah, f*ck nigga jump out the street if you ain't read over the guide
Different kind of sticks, these the Kel-Tec with drums
In the club with it in my pants, if he buck, I'ma dump
Yeah, nigga can't reach for my chain, never ever ever been a chump
Yeah, i could really change the fuckin' scene, yeah they crunk when I'm crunk
Nigga get whacked, fumble my pack if you want to, sir
Yeah, Im way out of state, wanna —
Everything hittin' at one time, shit fuckin' up my nerves
I ain't never been the type of nigga to rob a bitch for a purse
Free Hell Rell, he'll real deal hurt
Yeah, take me back in time, it was me, Jay, and Curt, yeah
Yeah, we livin' now, we big dogs, juggernauts, no cap
Yeah, we gladiators with big knots, shootin' dice, I go broke if I crap
Trappin' on the block, gotta race to the plays
They hit, but we get away
I been standin' on this concrete for days
Caprisun and some chips I crave
I miss you twin, bring home Jay yeah, yeah
Yeah, I told them folks "Long Live Saint" fly high
Yeah, we gettin' this money, we ain't stuntin' the opps
We ain't trippin'
Guaranteed, we got every single drop
I'm at the Stone Mountain Inn
Yeah, I might just give a hoe to Josh
The Menace, I set a different type of trend
Stackin' these racks all the way to the sky, high, high
We was on the block all day, me and Macho, gotta go to the bando take a nap
I'm with Lil Mario, yeah, no Luigi, long stick, yeah shawty gon' clap
They can't take me, stomach shots, yeah, rap jabs
Yeah I'm throwed off these Perky pills and I still take Lori tabs
Yeah this fine ass hoe keep eyeing me, that mean she up for grabs
Yeah we keep on grazing that f*ck nigga, got that young nigga peelin' scabs
Yeah, twenty-five plus twenty-five on your head nigga, do the math
Ain't no lackin', you better have that blick when you takin' a fuckin' bath
We pull thru traffic with them hotboxes, we took off the tag
We already scoped it out, we comin', Gladiator Spinners out the back
Yeah, depending on what you did, we might not require a mask
Yeah, depending on what you did, it might be a murder ad
We tryna get off on whoever tried us, in life
I don't care if it was ten years ago, we gon' slide thru, you die
We ain't changing no cars, the opps know how we slide
That nigga wasn't thinkin', lil bruh walked his ass, yeah he had a disguise
Trappin' on the block, gotta race to the plays
They hit, but we get away
I been standin' on this concrete for days
Caprisun and some chips I crave
I miss you twin, bring home Jay yeah, yeah
Yeah, I told them folks "Long Live Saint" fly high
Yeah, we gettin' this money, we ain't stuntin' the opps
We ain't trippin'
Guaranteed, we got every single drop
I'm at the Stone Mountain Inn
Yeah, I might just give a hoe to Josh
The Menace, I set a different type of trend
Stackin' these racks all the way to the sky, high, high

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