Trippin'
Bleu Huncho X Cash Chris
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You tripping you tripping you tripping Watch where tf you stepping Im dripping im dripping im dripping Gucci keep hold of the weapon Im ripping im ripping im ripping Bullets they get to spreading He limping he limping he limping Let this just be a lesson You Tripping you tripping you Tripp That 30 on me like I’m Stefun I’m dripping I’m dripping I’m dripping Got bitches on me like I’m I’m ripping I’m ripping I’m ripping I left that nigga so headless He limping he limping he limping That young nigga tried to test me Balmians sagg off my ass thats swagg Walk in the club with a whole lotta cash Tryna figure out which bitch ima smash Hop in the coupe and do the digital dash Niggas quick to squeeze on they enemies A puddle of blood where you use to be Have you on ya knees no sympathy Its misery fucking with me I have you pledge allege On yo knees no nfl Im out ya league Is it true that everybody bleed I don’t know im tryna see I paint you in blood Thats art to me Where noahs arc should be You don’t have no sayso New democracy Leave yoy hanging in the air Like an aprostophe Why bother me The chopper be So close to me like im fatherly Obviously I’m the prophecy Don’t talk to me less I’m profiting Obviously I’m the prophecy Don’t talk to me less I’m profiting You tripping you tripping you tripping Watch where tf you stepping Im dripping im dripping im dripping Gucci keep hold of the weapon Im ripping im ripping im ripping Bullets they get to spreading He limping he limping he limping Let this just be a lesson You Tripping you tripping you Tripp That 30 on me like I’m Stefun I’m dripping I’m dripping I’m dripping Got bitches on me like I’m I’m ripping I’m ripping I’m ripping I left that nigga so headless He limping he limping he limping That young nigga tried to test me F*ck nigga f*ck nigga Watch what you saying Watch what you saying Run in yo home With two arms yo yo chest It look like he praying Raised in a era That’ll smack a bitch Never told a lie I ain’t with that capping shit Come through throwing bullets Like kapernick Got a Glock But wasn’t use to having shit 100 round clip let em have it then F*ck it let em have it then Choppa hit his ass Kevin patching shit Yea Kevin patchin shit Don’t give a f*ck about yo opinion Only friends kept it 100 Is the ones I’m spending Blue strips in my pocket Look like I’m crippin Posted on the block Like my name Ben Simmons No scope 360 on some off the head shit Nigga wana push me I’m off the ledge then Balling like my young nigga Yea he at Trezvant Yea at he at Trezvant I don’t trust my nigga to trust me nigga And that’s fucked up Got bout 8 bands in these balmains What you know bout stuffed up I just doubled down on a double double Now I’m doubled up Keep passing me that styrofoam Yea I think I had enough Old bitch say that I’m big headed But I don’t think I brag enough What you think bout a nigga Ain never had shit Just start having stuff Cash chris
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Written by: BRANDON PRINTEDD BRASWELL
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