Millz - Trippy lyrics

[Intro] [Hook] Uh, it's still, Pilot Posse who gon' stop me b**h! Nobody! [Verse 1: Millz] Uh, I got this bowl I named Sophia, always kissing when I see her You know I keep her hot but my flow stay cold like Rita's So let me switch it up, trip-trippy stuff try to catch me like receivers Cause I'm falling down, I'm on the ground, still for my dogs like PETA, uh I don't drink but these b**hes do that's why they going crazy & my n***a popped a xanie he driving f**ing lazy But I can't tell him sh**, I'm high as f** homie Got b**hes on my dick cause I'm ballin' like Kobe Against the Raptors straight rapture I rap sir like a rapper From the 90s with the swagger of n***as who stunt like actors All you n***as got it backwards like toddlers molesting pastors Like cursing at Samuel Jackson, I'm sure you get what I'm sayin' I'm bringing hell to the game, not really but start ya' prayin' Cause really if you don't feel me you just don't get what I'm sayin' Cause really my flow eclectic & my lyrics is deep: step in & I be that pretty motherf**er the Posse is what I'm reppin' b**h! [Hook] [Verse 2: Millz] I got a b**h I named Maria, she always trippy when I see her I f** her right, I make her night & cop some purp before I leave her Yeah that barney sh**, historic high She smoking too, a little more than I She throw it up, Pilot Posse, take a puff, then board a flight She hotter than Mya or Mayans in regular weather well regular to them We fly in the sky when we high say bye bye to the ground on Mars we'll make new friends What you think of that? what you think of me? She smile & laugh & pack the trees But it's cool cause like Blake on the fast break I expect a pa** to me Then I'm going up, elevators Since blowing up, hella haters Been on my dick & my sack, but I just leave 'em in the dust no respirators Got hella paper smoke hella papers Stay with the purp: hella lakers We known as Pilots, we rep the posse, but we also known as hella faded Faded faded, yeah ya n***as get it Like she sitting on a horse her legs is splitting But I ain't thirst for the burst I'm patient with it So we Katrina chillin': blowin trees You smell the herb you know it's me When we done, me & that p**y could have some fun, ha hopefully