Brody Trippin lyrics

[Intro: CEO Trayle]
(WhatItDoFlip)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: CEO Trayle]
I don't put my fingerprints on bullets
Semi-auto into a fully
Yeah, yeah, yeah, we was collecting clips and guns like we goin' to war
One, two, three, Backdoor 4
Ayy, f*ck that b*tch 'cause she was poor
Yeah, kick a door
Wanna be down with gang, go up the score
I was just closin' Maybach doors
Yeah, went on a drill, me and BabyDrill
I took the pint from 'em still sealed
I took his life from him, he flinched
Yeah, went on a move with a flunkie, dumbass got me pinched
Told this b*tch don't call my phone if she tryna vent
I don't call nobody off this phone, this phone here right for the blitz
You know we got bags now, came up from three-fives and zips
Tell the b*tch, "Leave," she ain't tryna dip
.223 with a pistol grip

[Verse 2: BabyDrill]
5.56s end your career
When it's time to slide, I volunteer
I get active without a pill
Huh, work a Drac' while tryna steer (BabyDrill)
Huh, touch, I get him killed
I'm paranoid, stay in the rear
C4 blow up sh*t, I walk sh*t down, b*tch, that's an overkill
[Chorus: BabyDrill]
Brodie trippin', they do drills in COVID masks like, "f*ck the camera"
Brodie trippin', he spin in his mama sh*t, he don't care what happen
Brodie trippin', hop out with that switchy, break down your bone like cancer
He lethal with his stick, hang out the window, this b*tch hard to handle

[Verse 3: BabyDrill]
1900 got more guns than the gun store, call me Baby Rambo
Took the pot and scrape the side, ho, Drill got that sh*t from lil' Hunxho
Come here, b*tch, I wife the side ho
Amiri the jean, pour up in purple
Glock high-five backs, b*tch, I burp hoes
Don't trust these n*ggas, don't take it personal

[Verse 4: CEO Trayle]
Uh, yeah, tell 'em don't take it personal
n*gga all black like a burglar
Ayy, it's big Backdoor murderer
Gave that b*tch back, but I turnt her up
Dior gettin' dirty, I stepped on sh*t
Ayy, BabyDrill just threw two extra clips
These n*ggas be broke, they ain't on sh*t
Ayy, I'm a grown-ass man, I take my lick
b*tch, your mama say don't hang with us, we criminals
Ayy, n*ggas don't talk that sh*t on IG, post subliminals
Yeah, I charge him the maximum, but I go pay the mininum
You know them demons been in here
Snatch anything, you're dead right here
4
[Chorus: BabyDrill]
Brodie trippin', they do drills in COVID masks like, "f*ck the camera"
Brodie trippin', he spin in his mama sh*t, he don't care what happen
Brodie trippin', hop out with that switchy, break down your bone like cancer
He lethal with his stick, hang out the window, this b*tch hard to handle