Trippin’ lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, P, this go crazy)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I'll get to trippin' 'round this b*tch like I lost my mind
I'm tryna catch the same juggs like eight more times
If I shoot you with this AR, it'll break your spine
Lil' bro, the bag touched, just take out five
I be talkin' crazy on these beats, call it exercise
Wanna see me in your video, I need an extra five
I'm 'bout to run up five or ten bands, I can't go outside
You can do anything you want, just don't waste my time

[Verse 2: Baglife Tee]
We the only n*ggas up in Flint that ain't f*ckin' signed
I can buy a whole f*ckin' 'bow and sell this sh*t in dimes
Brodie on LeBeau with a 'bow, he just made a dime
I just spent a dub on my neck, it was made to shine
Pour a one in a cream soda, he need three more lines
Brodie doin' time in the feds, I'm yellin' free my slime
Like a skateboarder doin' tricks, I'm always on the grind
Told your b*tch come and suck this di*k and she was right on time

[Verse 3: Ross]
Shootin' moves 'round this b*tch, I don't need no help
I don't f*ck with y'all n*ggas, I think you 12
Bag came at six, it was gone by twelve
When I seen my first brick, I was only twelve
I'll get to trippin' 'round this b*tch like baby mamas
Taliban Gang kill for me like my name Osama
Gramz showed me a new scheme, we gon' rape the market
Baglife Tee got gas, he keep on fartin'
[Interlude]
Yeah, Baglife, b*tch
YSR sh*t
Gang gang
LSP forever
Ross, n*gga
Driveway Baby, YSR sh*t
YSR Dee Rich, top shotta

[Verse 4: Driveway Baby]
Get to trippin' 'round this b*tch like I'm John Doe
Bro keep a lil' Glock 9 like he Rondo
In another state trappin', boolin' in a condo
Where you get this Cookie, Quavis? This the bomb, bro
I done swiped so many stores, feds tryna cook me
Your mans ratted on a murder, they still tryna book him
On the yard, Dee Rich was a big bully
He on papers, but he still keep a f*ckin' fully
R.I.P. G, can't believe these pus*y n*ggas took him

[Verse 5: YSR Dee Rich]
If bro tell me get him, then I gotta get him
Bro got hella 'bows, he got two or three in the ceiling
Tee get higher than the sky, he ain't got no feeling
Kill him and his mans, I don't leave no witness
I'm the Ghost around this b*tch, b*tch, I got the power
Bro got good weed and dog and good powder
Bro told me don't shoot and I still shot him
Quavis said don't rob him, but I still robbed him
Me and bro back to back, Batman and Robin
What the f*ck is a goon to a f*ckin' goblin?
f*ck a rapper n*gga b*tch, now he want some problems
[Outro]
(Ayy, P, this go crazy)