Michael Christmas - Ya'll Trippin lyrics

[Verse 1] Call of Duty Ghosts, squad up, this the homeless section Have my n***a OG through, it's a roasting session Who the f** brought these n***as, I say no to questions Been losing since 94, so I know the lessons Spend my money all on kicks, I don't know investments That's what happen at 19, you get broke and reckless Remember being 6 years old, n***as stole my necklace If I see them n***as again, hope they broke and debted I be in the cut just laughing, cuz I know the blessings Cheat code flow go hard or go home, E-40 taught me don't love no ho But I love all hoes that's just how the sh** go Let a 4 try to throw me box, I be at the door Bet not tell your friends about it I got fans and sh** ho Causing rah rah, and hippity hoop lah The super bars coming from the basement to rooftops. And y'all tripping [Hook] Ya'll Trippin (You slipping, you falling, you can't get up?) {2x} Cuz I'm finna go ham, like walakum Salam, f** you to Uncle Sam, Aunt Sally getting blammed [Verse 2] Least I never rode the bench, Coffee Black And its all starting to make sense, check the stats And it's me that the odds against, check the facts And I almost paid the rent, but this hat. n***a Know I had to get it, standing with my white sonata need Xzibit Ride get pimped n***a might get some b**hes Asian girl told me that she seen me on Pigeons So shout to Jon Tanners, that's the John Stock a**ist Use the Gary Payton fore you get the Magic on your sh** I'm the school PSA, messages from Michael Christmas Put the guns away let's have some fun today, with d** and drinking The fried brain cells make you see colored pictures Got my hair long I'm sitting on this stoop, mother sister I do the right thing for my fam, but the mosh pitting alcohol spitting for the fans [Hook]