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از Bobby Shmurda

Trippin’ nigga
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’ nigga
Trippin’ nigga
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’
I been trippin’ nigga
Trippin’ nigga
Ayy, ayy, ayy, gllttt
Trippin’, trippin’ gang, nigga
I been gang nigga
Trippin’, trippin’, changed nigga
I been changed nigga
Changed nigga to the bank nigga
Stacking bank nigga
Stacking M’s
Fuck you think nigga
Stacking M’s nigga
Fuck you think this Bobby B
I’m out the the pens, nigga (woof)
I thank God first ‘fore I count my ends, nigga (woof)
Had to crawl first ‘fore I touched a Bent’, nigga (‘fore I touched a bitch)
Yeah, I parked up ‘fore a nigga spinned, nigga (brrp)
Jump a fence, nigga (brrp)
Buss FN’s, nigga (brrp)
We ain’t from the place where niggas worried ’bout them niggas (yoon)
I shot it at him, homies said that I was ten niggas (brrp)
And I see millions through my Cartier lens, nigga (ayy)
No time for bitches or these niggas all pretend, nigga (yeah, yeah)
You lookin’ down, thought you’d be proud I’m out the trench, nigga (yeah, yeah)
I bussed it down (yeah, yeah) for all my niggas in the pens, nigga (yeah, yeah)
Hopped up out that blue Ferrari, you know that it’s him, nigga (ayy)
Once again, nigga (ayy)
And again, nigga (ayy)
Spin your block ’til the world fuckin’ end, nigga
Fuck the cops
Fuck the judge
Fuck a pig, nigga
‘Cause bitch I’m bod, and I’m hot and I’m rich, nigga
Whole lotta cash, bitch, trippin’ nigga
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’ nigga
Trippin’ nigga (yeah)
Trippin’, trippin’ (ayy), trippin’, trippin’ (go stack a)
Trippin’ nigga, trippin’ nigga
Ayy, go stack a bill, nigga (uh-huh)
No time for bitches or these hoes
This shit get real, nigga (this shit get real)
‘Cause I was in there all alone
All by myself, nigga
Ain’t no one to call
My mama broke
Ain’t got no bail, nigga
Auntie on the phone cryin’
Please don’t go to jail, nigga
Lock my baby up
They tryna get my bitch to tell on niggas
They gave my bro ’bout fifty-three
The other one an L, nigga
Bitch, I been poppin’ pills
After pills, after pills, nigga
Tryna reminisce
All my niggas that ain’t here, nigga
Yeah
I been trippin’, homie
Yeah, yeah
I been (yeah)
Gang, gang
Bag homie
Gettin’ bank, homie
Stackin’ M’s