[Verse 1: TRIP] I'm a hidden j**el in a swimming pool of gimmick drool Trip a fool That will trip a fool without having to kick his shoes Trip will trip the people tripping in his twitter mentions bout him switching up after getting out of prison Ok trip still jotting Dick still throbbing from critics turn to b**hes that just friken sit on it get off it wish washing with his dick noggin Now we sip toxic gin out his pimp gollet Switched toxic gin out with dense chronic hits coughing till he's off the sh**'s nauseous Will he stop the pill poppin Really not a damn option Will he walking his crib rocking Where he lops some sid often Where he's talking all this nonsense Wads in his wallet what he copping all the pot with Frauds always talking cuz they not with the squad sh** Said them Frauds always talking cuz they not with the squad sh** [Verse 2: TRIP] Go to the corner store for some rillos and soda Finna throw six fours then they come to notice the coldest they Share this coke with some bros When I read it in my head I said yeah I know but I ain't talking sipping I'm talking sniffing Nostrils dipping The same color as roses or the tops of chickens Often gimmicks when my jottings hit them they Moms and pops they quickly often coffin they better cop the biggest motherf**ing one cuz all these weak rappers gonna be falling in it with them They not spitting Switch they genre Shawty writtens Couldn't jot a punch line if ali thought em how to hit it Karma funny they call em artists Ironic getting big off an image when all your bars drawn up (uhh) I'm dopest when fiends drop needle to speed heart up It's hard to believe and see that people forgot us I was in fetal but got up But you we leave at the bottom No more locked up Ya'll lost us