Stewart Villain - Smoking x Trippy lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1: Stewart Villian] The other day my partner said he's happy that I made it I made a lot but I think to myself I haven't made sh** I'm still here, standing with the n***as that I came with Black shades on my black skin, I think I'm Morpheus from the Matrix I be Drake'd up, I be dripped out Three in the morning, let's get it popping Lord knows I'm gone So we couldn't give a f** if them cops watching I call my cuddy who got up on the zip Maybe a four, I'm trying to get lit Bong rips with my new b**h I'm zooted In too high for these backpack rappers Jordan 7 Raptors on my feet My cipher is complete I learned that from them OGs Grindin' with my eyes wide no sleep Middle finger to them n***as that don't know me [Hook: Stewart Villian] I'm smoking, I'm trippy Got some real n***as with me Where the hoes? Let's get it Got my mind on a million, dog I'm smoking, I'm trippy Got some real n***as with me Where the hoes? Let's get it Got my mind on a million, lord [Bridge] I'm smoking, I'm smoking I'm trippy, I'm trippy I'm smoking, I'm smoking Got some real n***as with me, dog I'm smoking, I'm smoking I'm trippy, I'm trippy I'm smoking, I'm smoking Got some real n***as with me, lord [Verse 2: Stewart Villain] They told me Villo bring that real back It's that get high boom bappers do not feel rap You won't lose b**hes chasing money You'll lose money chasing b**hes Slick-talking villain I bet she's rolling with me with the quickness And I'm riding slow, bump the screw Chopping a blaze and chucking a deuce I'm eating though, well I'm coming down Real n***as give me daps and pounds I'm from that north side of PO Cops ask questions, don't make a sound I don't pay 'em no mind cause these hoes they tend to get around I hop up in the morning, turn my muhf**ing swag on These lame rappers really be the ones I want to bag on How the hell you 'gon tell me you got some years for some trafficking Send that b**h out of town, if she real then she 'gon manage it Damn, that was the realest sh** I ever wrote Tell my homie pa** the 'dro We just call it give and go He got my back, pick and roll My n***as sticking to the code They ask me what kind of person I am I got to let 'em know [Hook] [Bridge]