[Verse 1]
In the hood with my n*gga D-Lo and he tripping
Assist them b*tches to the squad call them Scotty Pippin
5 Bands one leg got a n*gga limping
So many b*tches at my crib think a n*gga pimping
I'm that guy? Hell yeah I'm that guy!
Smoking okie not R Kelly but I touch the sky
Go to jail I will never ever ever testify
Last time they had a n*gga jump I hit the lot
It'll be a holiday today if I die
But we gon' always get them funds if they ever try
So if a n*gga die today do not wonder why
I'd rather that n*gga momma than my momma cry
In the mall groupies see me I can't even shop
High as hell I just laugh like what can I cop
Sike I'm playing I'm just thinking like what did I got?
Swear to God I will never cuff no f*cking thot
[Hook]
f*cking b*tches and their friends say a n*gga trippin'
Bought it all out the crib they say a n*gga trippin'
D-Lo got two pistols say that n*gga trippin'
Got Giuseppes on my feet and I ain't even zip em'
Hit the club and them strippers I'ma really tip em'
But these b*tches they ain't scared so I can't forget em'
And they say a n*gga trippin' but I never miss em'
And RIP to all my n*ggas cause I really miss em'
[Verse 2]
I threw a band at that b*tch what you trippin' for?
b*tch you got them red bottoms on my marble floors
Three thousand motherf*cker for my front door
Two thousand on my bed n*gga one more
That was three racks
That's my loud pack
Swear to God I want my big homie Colt back
All these hoes taking pictures made a Kodak
This my time lil n*gga I hope you know that
Lil man grab them bands from that fish tank
Can you put that okie out? Damn that sh*t stank!
I'm a small n*gga but I keep a big bank
Say that I ain't flexing what the f*ck you think your b*tch think
God damn! I just got my Louis
b*tch lets take a picture damn my life is like a movie
Nice crib in the burbs with a jacuzzi
Chopper blasting man that b*tch sounding like an Uzi
Fat ass b*tch say she got a ghetto booty
Oh my God b*tch I'm trippin' don't you wanna' do me?
Eating calamari pasta I don't f*ck with sushi
I won't even let my n*ggas eat no roosly doosly
I'm sick of Benihanas, vacation Bahamas
I think I'm trippin' cause I might f*ck that n*gga mamma
Long clip and that b*tch look like a f*cking comma
I ain't DJ but my n*ggas all about the drama
[Hook]
f*cking b*tches and their friends say a n*gga trippin'
Bought it all out the crib they say a n*gga trippin'
D-Lo got two pistols say that n*gga trippin'
Got Giuseppes on my feet and I ain't even zip em'
Hit the club and them strippers I'ma really tip em'
But these b*tches they ain't scared so I can't forget em'
And they say a n*gga trippin' but I never miss em'
And RIP to all my n*ggas cause I really miss em'