Yeah Trippy n**gas Yeah Oh Heartbreakers we back Hoe n***as be quite Pull up in that lab Can’t keep up if you tried Evrything is thata dope I heard thatchu might die All my homies gone ride All my n***as gone fire Like chicken at popeyes Won’t recognise my grind But recognise my mind They blowin up my line #Im holdin down my section I represent my side M shoestrings untied With peanut bu*ter inside Uh Trippy Comin straight up ot of Rich City Im drunk off that remmy My goals are like pennys My flow retarded like Jimmy Tell them haters come get me I had 9 shots, more like 50 Hook My bands all on me My whole city on me We top floor,OG Flatscreens in my suite We goin al night long My hoe carry me on Got money al in my pocket Got money callign mey phone X5 Im poppin bands Poppin bands rubber bands Poppin, poppin, rubber bands On me , i got a thrity bands on me I been poppin zans and rubber bands Til the bottles on E I ain’t sippin on no lean, but im rollin OG Yellowbones and wellow cones No yellow stones on me Rollin (rollin) Through the city 1-50 in my duffle bag Drop a 50 piece off Count a 100 grams (cash) Im blowing cash All m girls look extra fast S cla**, best gra** You see this big cloud , when i press the gas Im out (Out,out) I make 2 mill in the south I got famous in the drought Yeah im turning b**hes out Burn , go Im the man with all this weed I ain’t play n games I got crazy bands on me Im poppi bands Hook