[Intro-Skooly]
Yeah, I'm trippin' on em
They trippin' on me
I'm trippin' on em
[Verse 1-Skooly]
Oh
Its dead people in my basement
Get out of line, meet the people in my basement
I'm from where they dyin', and you won't find a way to make it
I'm involved with the Haitians, my neighbor's a racist
600 [?] benz, watch em hop out
600 dolls, fine friends, watch em co*k out
They say I be puttin in too much work and I won't clock out
In the cla**room knocked out, making b**hes drop out
[Bridge-Skooly]
Yeah, I'm trippin' on em
They trippin' on me
I'm sippin' on em
Them b**hes licking on me
[Hook-Skooly]
Louis shoe strings got me trippin' on em
And if them n***as trippin' we gone lift up on em
And if them b**hes fine get to clippin on em
My styrofoam dirty, I'm sippin' on it
And it ain't hard to tell that we flexing on em
And sh** get hard as hell when the techs up on em
Even when I'm by myself don't trip up on em
That four-fifth is on em
[Verse 2-Skooly]
Boy you gotta, put your eyes on your mouth and n***a watch what you say
This sh** I'm sipping got me tripping, leaned until the next day
(Let's go, yeah)
And it take a lot to get this fly, a lotta weed to get this high
Raise my hand and touch the sky (I'm flexin, grrrrr)
No muscles, I'm a rapper, slash hustler
Like the hair on your head my n***a I'm so above ya (We on top)
These n***as underpaid and still overrated
While us, we overpaid, and still underrated
They hate it
[Hook-Skooly]
Louis shoe strings got me trippin' on em
And if them n***as trippin' we gone lift up on em
And if them b**hes fine get to clippin on em
My styrofoam dirty, I'm sippin' on it
And it ain't hard to tell that we flexing on em
And sh** get hard as hell when the techs up on em
Even when I'm by myself don't trip up on em
That four-fifth is on em
[Verse 3-Juicy J]
I got big knots, these n***as tripping
Ciga' and a double cup, I'm smoking and I'm sipping
Money out the a**, you get money out the a** (They shaking)
b**h I'm still spending money from the past (oooh)
Balling like I'm Nash, on they a** like a rash
And I'm staying with the heat, you can call me Flash
Give me a cigar, b**h you smoking trash
b**hes throwing a**, cutting up like a gash
Clean cup (mhmm) but its really dirty (mhmm)
Dope boy change (ching ching). It cost a birdy
They watching me, my life went Louis
It runs in my family, guy, call me Stewie
[Hook-Skooly]
Louis shoe strings got me trippin' on em
And if them n***as trippin' we gone lift up on em
And if them b**hes fine get to clippin on em
My styrofoam dirty, I'm sippin' on it
And it ain't hard to tell that we flexing on em
And sh** get hard as hell when the techs up on em
Even when I'm by myself don't trip up on em
That four-fifth is on em, we trippin' on em