Lyrics:
high again, O.K, I'm reloaded
Weed, pills and that drank
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
That's my trippy kit
Weed, pills and that drank
We trippy getting fucked up
You know what I’m sayin?
Roll em up, pop em up roll em up, pop em up
Roll em up, pop em up
Got the bitch, get ya dick
[repeat 2x:]
Have you gone trippy trippy?
Have you gone trippy trippy?
Have you gone trippy trippy trippy?
Say I have gone, gone
And never come
Ridin through the city, rollin' up sticky
A bad bitch with me and
We both getting trippy
Man I'm sippin on brown
'till I might drown
I'm high and I'm
Thinmint cookie, roll an ounce
Buy ten bottles, pop 'em now
We'll get drunk as fuck if you're down
Or I pour up in 100 ounce
Trippy bounce,
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
a trippy picture shoo
Oh, if a man is considered guilty
For what goes on in his mind
Then give me the electric chair
For all my future crimes, oh
G-G-G-G-Unit
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this
a trippy picture shoo
Oh, if a man is considered guilty
For what goes on in his mind
Then give me the electric chair
For all my future crimes, oh
her face
Think I'm headed for a trippy day
Got a groove on' and I want to say:
"Come on, come on
I want to dance tonight"
Think I'm headed for
cups, you’ve gotta double these
I don’t put it on if it ain’t double G
In the Rolls Royce chiefin’
On the Trippy Stick i’m about to transform
Take her
Trippy trippy trance dance
Hip hoppity funk on a dup tip
With a rubadub soul sip
Progressive jazz jouse
Work it to the bone house
Flipped out
nothing to it i can smell hater
You know what this is g-g-g-g-g, g-g-g-g-g
G-Unit this is therapy for me man
I just gotta focus on my art i’m an artist
You
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Bad bitches
Fine wine
Good smoke
All the shit I like
Its my life I'm not you
Living trippy like Marilyn
A rock star
Too stoned
Like a prophecy I come
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
gangsters
Soon as we walk in the door
We get the party started
That means you fucking with gangsters
(Trippy niggas, nigga we don't give a fuck)
Hopped up
And create an extravagant inspiration
So here I am, to give a demonstration
[ Big Scoob ]
(Give a demonstration)
(Give) (give a demonstration)
(G
talk about it
Early morning routine: they got
The house around it
Let em say they live it, but it's really me
One thousand: you know I gotta keep a G
hndrxxx
Puro six six six
Más trippy que hndrxxx
Puro six six six
Más trippy que hndrxxx
Puro six six six
JVDAS
Sigan hablando shit
Acá lo mantengo legit
L G
can't break (uh)
That's the one, do music for fun
Give deals to artists (yeah)
Pull up to the office (yeah)
Yeah, I'm from the project so quadruple
"Meet G Malone, a west coast recording
Artist that's destined for stardom
But acknowledging the false hopes that
Lie within the music industry
He ponders
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