[Verse 1]
In the hood with my n***a D-Lo and he tripping
Assist them b**hes to the squad call them Scotty Pippin
5 Bands one leg got a n***a limping
So many b**hes at my crib think a n***a pimping
I'm that guy? Hell yeah I'm that guy!
Smoking okie not R Kelly but I touch the sky
Go to jail I will never ever ever testify
Last time they had a n***a jump I hit the lot
It'll be a holiday today if I die
But we gon' always get them funds if they ever try
So if a n***a die today do not wonder why
I'd rather that n***a momma than my momma cry
In the mall groupies see me I can't even shop
High as hell I just laugh like what can I cop
Sike I'm playing I'm just thinking like what did I got?
Swear to God I will never cuff no f**ing thot
[Hook]
f**ing b**hes and their friends say a n***a trippin'
Bought it all out the crib they say a n***a trippin'
D-Lo got two pistols say that n***a trippin'
Got Giuseppes on my feet and I ain't even zip em'
Hit the club and them strippers I'ma really tip em'
But these b**hes they ain't scared so I can't forget em'
And they say a n***a trippin' but I never miss em'
And RIP to all my n***as cause I really miss em'
[Verse 2]
I threw a band at that b**h what you trippin' for?
b**h you got them red bottoms on my marble floors
Three thousand motherf**er for my front door
Two thousand on my bed n***a one more
That was three racks
That's my loud pack
Swear to God I want my big homie Colt back
All these hoes taking pictures made a Kodak
This my time lil n***a I hope you know that
Lil man grab them bands from that fish tank
Can you put that okie out? Damn that sh** stank!
I'm a small n***a but I keep a big bank
Say that I ain't flexing what the f** you think your b**h think
God damn! I just got my Louis
b**h lets take a picture damn my life is like a movie
Nice crib in the burbs with a jacuzzi
Chopper blasting man that b**h sounding like an Uzi
Fat a** b**h say she got a ghetto booty
Oh my God b**h I'm trippin' don't you wanna' do me?
Eating calamari pasta I don't f** with sushi
I won't even let my n***as eat no roosly doosly
I'm sick of Benihanas, vacation Bahamas
I think I'm trippin' cause I might f** that n***a mamma
Long clip and that b**h look like a f**ing comma
I ain't DJ but my n***as all about the drama
[Hook]
f**ing b**hes and their friends say a n***a trippin'
Bought it all out the crib they say a n***a trippin'
D-Lo got two pistols say that n***a trippin'
Got Giuseppes on my feet and I ain't even zip em'
Hit the club and them strippers I'ma really tip em'
But these b**hes they ain't scared so I can't forget em'
And they say a n***a trippin' but I never miss em'
And RIP to all my n***as cause I really miss em'