| Yeah
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| Yeah, ayy, yeah
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| Maybe I’m tripping
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| Ayy, maybe I’m tripping
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| Maybe I’m tripping, maybe I’m tripping
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| The bottom of my shoe look like they bleed
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| I just received the most money that I never seen, ayy
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| I been through a lot of shit that you wouldn’t believe
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| Sometimes I think my own homies comin' after me, ayy
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| Maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin'
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| Maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin'
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| Ayy, hope them niggas don’t think this shit sweet
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| So paranoid, keep it on me when I’m sleep
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| These niggas hating, they just need to sleep
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| The clip on the K look like a half moon
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| The hoe on that bitch like a clock
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| First nigga try to move, first nigga get shot
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| This .40 got 'em clutching
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| Don’t like niggas, it’s on the moon, yeah
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| You tryna play with me, nigga
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| Like that bitch don’t stay with me, nigga
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| These niggas stealing my swag, that shit not okay with me, nigga
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| You are not safe with me, nigga, I got your bae with me, nigga
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| I rather chase me a bag, I don’t be chasing these bitches
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| These niggas playin' too much, that’s the shit that I be sayin'
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| Niggas be playin' too much 'till we pull up in a van
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| Doors slide back, we ride
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| I’m just laughin' 'cause they dying
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| They was just tough on the comments on Instagram
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| The bottom of my shoe look like they bleed
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| I just received the most money that I never seen, ayy
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| I been through a lot of shit that you wouldn’t believe
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| Sometimes I think my own homies comin' after me, ayy
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| Maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin'
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| Maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin'
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| Ayy, hope them niggas don’t think this shit sweet
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| So paranoid, keep it on me when I’m sleep
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| Niggas act tough until we pull up
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| Them bullets in the handgun so big, can flip up with truck
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| Niggas talkin' all that war shit like we ain’t in these streets
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| Kill a nigga in designer kick, blood on my Margiela sneaks
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| I got your bitch on my dick and she going, we at the W
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| Chopper hit a nigga, split him in half, now I’m seeing double you
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| Niggas wanna act hard, run up on me, I’ll let the chopper sing
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| Kill a nigga like Jason on Halloween, upping magazines
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| Put shots in his spleen, like: «Boy, is you serious?»
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| Silence on the handgun, shoot shots was so damn mysterious, ayy
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| Niggas talkin' all that cash shit, where it’s at? |
| 'Cause I ain’t seen it
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| Got some top for a thot, kicked her out, she like: «Billy so mean!»
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| The bottom of my shoe look like they bleed
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| I just received the most money that I never seen, ayy
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| I been through a lot of shit that you wouldn’t believe
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| Sometimes I think my own homies comin' after me, ayy
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| Maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin'
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| Maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin'
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| Ayy, hope them niggas don’t think this shit sweet
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| So paranoid, keep it on me when I’m sleep
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| Maybe I’m trippin', maybe I—
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| Maybe I’m trippin, maybe I—
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| Think this shit sweet
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| It on me when I’m sleep |