Trippin lyrics

[Intro: Mula Guapo]
Gang, Gang, Gang (Gang, Gang, Gang)
Gang, Gang, Gang (Gang, Gang, Gang)
Mula (Mula)
This that ole' sh*t

[Chorus: Mula Guapo]
Gang in this b*tch, gang gang (Gang Gang)
Gang in this b*tch, gang gang (Gang Gang Gang)
Call me mula sosa, bang bang
Call me mula sosa, bang bang
I just popped me a lil' perky man, I'm trippin'
Think I f*cked her with no jimmy, man I'm trippin'
Might just f*ck my homie b*tch
I'm out here trippin' (I'm out here tweakin')
n*ggas talk that rara' sh*t, but I don't listen, n*gga

[Verse 1: Mula Guapo]
I just popped me a lil' perky man, I'm trippin'
Think I f*cked her with no jimmy, man I'm trippin' look
(I,I) I ain't mean to hit your b*tch, but she looked bad to me (Lil' b*tch)
I been walking with my glizzy, droppin' calories (bah, bah)
Got your b*tch all on my di*k, she tryna' tackle me (Beat it up, b*tch)
He can't get in this car if he won't blast wit' me (Skrt, skrt)
Ain't shoot this b*tch in a while, know the stack mad at me (Brrt, brrt)
These n*ggas don't want beef, they just want [?] wit' me
You think yo' homie real? Nah', he look like a rat to me (Lil' b*tch)
You think yo' homie real? Man, he look like a rat to me
n*gga, we do hit and runs and we do stop and shoots
n*ggas see that flash, lookin' like a photo shoot
In my hood, you got two options, n*gga, run or shoot (Gang, Gang)
The way she blow my di*k, look like she play the flute (Whew)
The way [?] the glass, I think they crashed the coupe
b*tch, I'm from the West, I came from canned soup (Gang!)
The way we got them sticks, it look like we the troops
Yeah, Look
[Chorus: Mula Guapo and FBG Duck]
Gang in this b*tch, gang gang (Gang Gang)
Gang in this b*tch, gang gang (Gang Gang Gang)
Call me mula sosa, bang bang
Call me mula sosa, bang bang
I just popped me a lil' perky man, I'm trippin'
Think I f*cked her with no jimmy, man I'm trippin'
Might just f*ck my homie b*tch
I'm out here trippin' (I'm out here tweakin')
n*ggas talk that rara' sh*t, but I don't listen, n*gga

[Verse 2: FBG Duck]
(I,I) I ain't mean to f*ck yo' b*tch, but Mula did (Mucho sorry)
You talkin' money that sh*t like music to my ears (Money!)
Everything I make, when they grow up, give it to my kids
On that car comin' down that block
Who that is? Man up that f*ckin' glizzy!
If you see a window come down, you better get f*ckin' busy
Let them n*ggas really know who run this f*ckin' city (OK)
I ain't tryna' sound c*cky, but who f*ckin' with me? (OK)
b*tch, its f*ckin' litty! (OK)
b*tch, it's gang (Gang), gang (Gang)
Every n*gga with me like to gangbang
And we all rep' the f*cking same thang'
Huh, you ain't safe
He ain't sliding for us, homie' n*ggas in the way (He in the way)
[Chorus: Mula Guapo]
Gang in this b*tch, gang gang (Gang Gang)
Gang in this b*tch, gang gang (Gang Gang Gang)
Call me mula sosa, bang bang
Call me mula sosa, bang bang
I just popped me a lil' perky man, I'm trippin'
Think I f*cked her with no jimmy, man I'm trippin'
Might just f*ck my homie b*tch
I'm out here trippin' (I'm out here tweakin')
n*ggas talk that rara' sh*t, but I don't listen, n*gga