Trippin lyrics

[Intro - Xhris2Easy]
My shawty be selling that pus*y on OnlyFans, my Shawty be trippin'
I'm Poppin' the tab of acid, I pop with a hoe, she damn I'm trippin'
Plug said that he ain't got no juice so I'm out here sippin' on liquor
We got sticks and all that b*tch we always on offensive
I give no f*cks how you feel I know my life authentic

[DJ Smokey Tag]
Beware this song will possess your soul
The aliens
Money spell shadow soldier, elite network domination

My shawty be selling that pus*y on OnlyFans, my Shawty be trippin'
I'm Poppin' the tab of acid, I pop with a hoe, she damn I'm trippin'
Plug said that he ain't got no juice so I'm out here sippin' on liquor
We got sticks and all that b*tch we always on offensive
I givе no f*cks how you feel I know my life authentic

[DJ Smokey Tag]
Bewarе this song will posses your soul

[Xhris2Easy Cont.]
If I stole your watch in the 8th grade I'll probably stab you with a pencil
My shawty got that five star head, can't in that five start dental
Everywhere that I drive this block, boy, I f*ck with no rental
[Verse 1 - ize]
[?] we sell crack in this b*tch
[?] I was boomin' in [?]
I'm doin' my lines and I got your b*tch over here doing leg reps
[?] I got this sh*t crackin' like egg heads
[I never get my crack back in this b*tch I go Cobain like Red Dead?]

[DJ Smokey Tag]
DJ Smokey, triple six b*tch

[ize Cont.]
[?]
Gloss, gloss, gloss, gloss

[Verse 2 - Christ Dillinger]
If I had a Rolls Royce I'd sell crack out it
If I had a Maybach I'd sell crack out it
If my b*tch got a crib I'm sellin' crack out it
n*gga reach for my chain get his head cracked 'bout it
I got more straps than Ellen DeGeneres
4 bags for 5 'cause I'm feelin' generous
I'm in the hood like good Chinese food
Come see me if you need some dog food
Hit my b*tch from the back like a dog do
And my ketamine plug Chinese too
We got good ket and heroin too
Iced out in the hood I'm n*gga rich
If they steal from the stash im'a have to shoot a b*tch
Shoot a b*tch, shoot a b*tch, shoot a b*tch
Take a Perc start actin like Gregg Popovich
Hand me the scale-ington, im'a weigh the dope-ington
Got a n*gga's b*tch giving my top-ington
Look at my wrist all Louis V-ington
I'm in the club, I'm gettin' drunk-ington
n*gga playing wit me he gonna get shot-ington
Christ can't stop drinking, where the bottle went
I walk in this b*tch like Will Smith and slap everybody
Bushwick New York I'm the real shotty
n*gga reach for my chain im'a catch a body
This an Infiniti not no cheap ass Maserati
[Verse 3 - BRUHMANEGOD]
I just made one band and it feel like crack
I just made two bands and it feel like crack
I just made five bands and it feel like crack
I just made 10 bands and it feel like crack
Like crack, like crack, like crack, like crack
Drinkin' 800 dollar bottle feel like crack
b*tch all my music f*ckin' slap
b*tch all my music sound like crack
All of my sh*t sound like drugs
I'm on a track with my thugs
That makes them f*ck with me
Even thought I an't touchin' no drugs
Shout out lil bruh, shout out [?]
These rappers got handful of buds
These rappers belong in the trunk
These rappers belong in the dust

[DJ Smokey Tags]
Shadow nuclear wizards, pledge your souls to the shadow god
Shadow wizard goblin insanity
Don't look the shadow people directly in the eyes