Trips! lyrics
by Pollari
[Verse]
I think that they mad that I'm takin' on trips
Gold on my lip, hoe on my hip
f*ck then I dip, walk down the the strip
Know I don't tip
Gold on my lip, hoe on my hip
f*ck then I dip, walk down the the strip
Know I don't tip
You n*ggas not flexin', you broke
You talkin' you look like a hoe
Lil llari go make you float
Ksubi my jeans and my coat
Richer than rich, I got plenty
Hoes on my di*k cause they miss me
Nowadays I keep it smithy
5150, they can't miss me, can't miss me
Might cop more flights than your dad
f*ck your spouse b*tch I'm so rad
I'm winnin', you commin' in last
Michel Jackson, b*tch I'm bad
Might cop more flights than your dad
f*ck your spouse b*tch I'm so rad
I'm winnin', you commin' in last
Michel Jackson, b*tch I'm bad