Trippin
YNS Stanton
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Uh Yeah Ya dig Ha ya dig Punch me in bitch Yeah Yeahhh Alright I'm trippin I see the music in the air with notes in it I see the words up on the wall And I guess taking notes from it I'm passed the point of no return I'm wondering Who wrote this shit I dilate my eyes and cross my T's begin to float and drift Across the cup I sail the ship I slipped a tab and had a trip Call Heads or tails I'll flip the script With Heavy cannons I come equipped Yuh Uh you can't stop me bitch You can't shift the stick Riding with four hundred horse I dump the clutch and drift this bitch Uh huh I'm on my A game In this bitch I feel like Aj Inside joke I'm sorry Playin games Atari Eighth on this plate no calamari With the coop I crashed a party I'm twitchin for it itchin for it Got my pourin swerving driving like I'm playin Forza I'm with the same clique with the same bitch Test me motherfucker I don't change shit I don't switch lanes on my same game Pop out foreign cars with ice chains Let me explain My studio is my domain I spilled my cup like lil Wayne A hundred hundred bills I'm my pocket Is The only change I know is on a beat with my flow Hold on got call I gotta check my phone ID says unknown So damn high stoned to the bone I'm rocked like stones Rock microphones I popped a X I'm zoned How did I get home I don't know Whooaaaaa I'm trippin I see the music in the air with notes in it I see the words up on the wall And I guess taking notes from it I'm passed the point of no return I'm wondering Who wrote this shit I dilate my eyes and cross my T's begin to float and drift Across the cup I sail the ship I slipped a tab and had a trip Call Heads or tails I'll flip the script With Heavy cannons I come equipped Bitch I'm in my zone Freestyling off the dome I'm just gonna have to send this pussy ass bitch home Woah I don't even know what Direction I'm going I just know that I'm gonna have the hop in the boat and just keep rowin All I know is I'm going and growing so keep on showing my abilities flowin Are colder than water frozen bitch You're gonna take that Gonna let me lap around you like a race track On horse back Pack a saddle and 2 straps With 12 shots With kick back Painted jet black Leave you on a map like thumbtacks in google maps That's wraps I'm passin out some rounds I'm talking about some shots That's Possibly out the Glock Or maybe the bottle When Corks pops I don't stop For no op Or no cops I smoke crops And drop tops And get top that's all slop I rock Gucci and vvs These Diamonds all round my neck I'm workin been cashin checks I piss off my complex From apartment parties AND loud sex To a studio sech They be wondering what's next I'm trippin I see the music in the air with notes in it I see the words up on the wall And I guess taking notes from it I'm passed the point of no return I'm wondering Who wrote this shit Dilate my eyes and cross my T's begin to float and drift Across the cup I sail the ship I slipped a tab and had a trip Call Heads or tails I'll flip the script With Heavy cannons I come equipped Yuh Uh you can't stop me bitch You can't shift the stick Riding with 400 horse I dump the clutch and drift this bitch Uh huh
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