Trippin’ lyrics

[Intro: SCY K3 & SCY Jimm]
This n*gga really got the phone ringing (Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, b*tch)
Ayy, rob a n*gga for it
Brodie get to tripping, rob a n*gga for it (That sh*t there crazy)
Brodie get to tripping, rob a— (SCY sh*t, yeah)
Catch a n*gga slipping, rob a n*gga for it (SCY sh*t)
K3

[Verse 1: SCY K3 & SCY Jimm]
SCY sh*t, no DJ Khaled, we the best (Uh-huh)
f*ck that vest, these bullets that we throw go for your neck (Fah)
Won't never go out sad about no b*tch, I'm chasing checks (Never)
That n*gga move foul, we call a play, don't call no refs
I be all up in that b*tch drawers, you in her chest (Dummy)
She telling me I'm blessed, I gave her di*k, and she obsеssed (Ooh)
Bro, he got the firе, he be on go when we on set (Fah)
We steady pulling flights, but we dream of private jets, yeah (SCY Jimm, yuh, yuh)

[Verse 2: SCY Jimm]
I don't owe a n*gga sh*t, I just want deposits (Deposit)
K3 on go, stomp a n*gga in some Foamposites (Foamposite)
I get that Hemi, C4 might just push the motor out (Ayy, skrrt)
Jay be clutching, Zay be gook, he don't know nobody (Ayy, nah, yeah, ayy)
If you ain't f*cking with me, I'm gon' match your energy (Match your energy)
I f*ck with Remy, but right now I'm drinking Hennessy (This that Henny)
.223's long, boy, them b*tches look like centipedes (Long, b*tch)
I let her taste the di*k and she claim she should've been with me (Ooh)
[Verse 3: SCY K3]
I got a buddy, he buy fifty at a time (Pop out)
Strictly business, don't hit my phone if you ain't buying (Nope)
Buddy hitting a U, I bust a U, he wanted nine (Pff)
Bruh 'nem had to tell me leave it 'lone, don't waste my time
'Cause I'll stretch a b*tch quick (Fah) and leave him flying (Fah)
I'm riding with this .45, big bruh, he had a nine (Swear)
Say you want to slide, but make excuses when it's time (Yeah)
We riding with them sticks and some drugs, won't tell no lies, b*tch

[Verse 4: SCY Jimm]
I'm tryna run inside his sh*t, clean him out, I'm talking detox (Huh?)
That talking for the birds, I swear to God, you n*ggas peac*ck (I swear to God)
You would think we was the Migos how we rap, but got the streets locked (Street, yeah)
I'm smoking all this gas, it got me higher than a treetop (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Lil' baby get to bouncing on this di*k, I'm talking seesaw (Bouncing on this di*k)
Lil' brodie get to tripping, rob a n*gga for a G-Shock (Get to tripping)
My birdie wanted fifty, f*cked around and gave him three rocks (Gave him three rocks)
Say she want some Gucci, I just bought that ho some Reeboks (Gave her Ree's)

[Outro: SCY K3 & SCY Jimm]
n*ggas tripping 'round this b*tch, I ride with big fire
Yeah, ooh, ayy, bought that ho some Reeboks (Ree's)
n*ggas tripping 'round this b*tch, I ride with big fire
Ooh, ayy, robbing for a G-Shock (G's)
I put that b*tch between your—, I
Ooh, ayy, we them n*ggas from the T's
Ayy, got your b*tch, she on her knees
In this b*tch chea with K3
This n*gga Jimm got me in this b*tch tripping, boy
I'm telling ya, boy, this sh*t crazy, boy (Yeah)
Yeah, f*ck n*gga, yeah, SCY sh*t, b*tch (Damn, cut that b*tch up, Milan)