Trippin lyrics

[Chorus: KAIDONTRAP]
Make the move and I'm gon' gun you down
Went to mama house and found a fifty round, I'm drumming now
[?] is real long, I walk in, smell like a hunnid pounds
Old n*gga just turned thirty, he probably get money now
Come on, bro, you trippin'
Orange got me trippin'
Got this bad yellow [?], she tryna get [?] off [?]

[Verse 1: Grand Manner]
She just tryna kick it
Exotic b*tch, what you mix with?
All that flavor, yeah
Blessed with [?], yeah
[?] versus [?], yeah, this sh*t is classy
Catch me out in traffic
Get stretched like elastic
If you trippin', n*gga
You know sh*t get drastic
Like we some mechanics, we all pull up with them tools, fool
Just be cool

[Chorus: KAIDONTRAP & Casey Veggies]
Make the move and I'm gon' gun you down
Went to mama house and found a fifty round, I'm drumming now
[?] is real long, I walk in, smell like a hunnid pounds
Old n*gga just turned thirty, he probably get money now (Now)
Come on, bro, you trippin' (Huh)
Orange got me trippin' (Yeah)
Got this bad yellow [?], she tryna get [?] off [?] ([?] off [?])
[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
Yeah, huh
What they do that there?
Trickin' on that ho, you spent your last up on that Louis bag
Came straight from the west, you talkin' gang sh*t
I ain't new to that
Fell out with my brodie, I just had to get my shooter back
Countin' all these dollars, I been c*cky, she gon' do the math
When we pullin' up, swear all the bad ho's be like "who is that?"
When I was down bad and had no bag, tell me where you was at
I can't go, I said the car so fast, I had to do the dash
You a grown ass man, just now tryna get some money
n*gga, you the man
Got her goin' [?], n*gga, we can make a movie there
I can tell n*ggas tryna plot
f*ck what they doin', I'm poppin'
A n*gga got a mil' in diamonds
[?] got a b*tch at the spot
I was in the Maybach reclinin'
Yeah, me and Nip at the top of the top
Think you good, but the n*ggas gon' find you
Out here tryna being something you're not

[Verse 3: Freddy Solitary]
They ain't playin' round
[?] gunnin' down
Pull up to your town
Pull up wit—
Uh, yeah, pull up with the [?] in the trunk, [?] sh*t
Yeah, uh, yeah
Drip, drive on my [?] sh*t
Yeah, uh
Flex on a b*tch, uh, yeah
Rockin' them [?], oh, yeah
My shooter don't miss, ooh, yeah
We [?], yeah, oh
That n*gga mad, because I f*cked on his b*tch
223's in a clip, oh, we put that boy in a ditch
[Chorus: KAIDONTRAP]
Make the move and I'm gon' gun you down
Went to mama house and found a fifty round, I'm drumming now
[?] is real long, I walk in, smell like a hunnid pounds
Old n*gga just turned thirty, he probably get money now
Come on, bro, you trippin'
Orange got me trippin'
Got this bad yellow [?], she tryna get [?] off [?]