Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Im Trippin, artist - FBG Duck. Album song Different Personalities 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Clout Boys
Song language: English
Im Trippin |
Yeah |
Yeah, ayy, yeah |
Maybe I’m tripping |
Ayy, maybe I’m tripping |
Maybe I’m tripping, maybe I’m tripping |
The bottom of my shoe look like they bleed |
I just received the most money that I never seen, ayy |
I been through a lot of shit that you wouldn’t believe |
Sometimes I think my own homies comin' after me, ayy |
Maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin' |
Maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin' |
Ayy, hope them niggas don’t think this shit sweet |
So paranoid, keep it on me when I’m sleep |
These niggas hating, they just need to sleep |
The clip on the K look like a half moon |
The hoe on that bitch like a clock |
First nigga try to move, first nigga get shot |
This .40 got 'em clutching |
Don’t like niggas, it’s on the moon, yeah |
You tryna play with me, nigga |
Like that bitch don’t stay with me, nigga |
These niggas stealing my swag, that shit not okay with me, nigga |
You are not safe with me, nigga, I got your bae with me, nigga |
I rather chase me a bag, I don’t be chasing these bitches |
These niggas playin' too much, that’s the shit that I be sayin' |
Niggas be playin' too much 'till we pull up in a van |
Doors slide back, we ride |
I’m just laughin' 'cause they dying |
They was just tough on the comments on Instagram |
The bottom of my shoe look like they bleed |
I just received the most money that I never seen, ayy |
I been through a lot of shit that you wouldn’t believe |
Sometimes I think my own homies comin' after me, ayy |
Maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin' |
Maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin' |
Ayy, hope them niggas don’t think this shit sweet |
So paranoid, keep it on me when I’m sleep |
Niggas act tough until we pull up |
Them bullets in the handgun so big, can flip up with truck |
Niggas talkin' all that war shit like we ain’t in these streets |
Kill a nigga in designer kick, blood on my Margiela sneaks |
I got your bitch on my dick and she going, we at the W |
Chopper hit a nigga, split him in half, now I’m seeing double you |
Niggas wanna act hard, run up on me, I’ll let the chopper sing |
Kill a nigga like Jason on Halloween, upping magazines |
Put shots in his spleen, like: «Boy, is you serious?» |
Silence on the handgun, shoot shots was so damn mysterious, ayy |
Niggas talkin' all that cash shit, where it’s at? |
'Cause I ain’t seen it |
Got some top for a thot, kicked her out, she like: «Billy so mean!» |
The bottom of my shoe look like they bleed |
I just received the most money that I never seen, ayy |
I been through a lot of shit that you wouldn’t believe |
Sometimes I think my own homies comin' after me, ayy |
Maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin' |
Maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin', maybe I’m trippin' |
Ayy, hope them niggas don’t think this shit sweet |
So paranoid, keep it on me when I’m sleep |
Maybe I’m trippin', maybe I— |
Maybe I’m trippin, maybe I— |
Think this shit sweet |
It on me when I’m sleep |