Lyrics Trippin - Retch

Trippin - Retch
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trippin, artist - Retch. Album song Richer Than The Opps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English

Trippin

I’m coolin' with Cap, yeah
076, fast money shit, huh
Big 6−0
No crip though, you heard me?
Talkin' purple Cali weed with a purple-headed bitch
She gon' throw it in a blunt and she gon' swallow all this dick, ayy, wait
Took that money from the trap and bought a six
Been in shootouts broad day, man, I’m official as it gets, uh, wait
Nigga, you was never really with the shit
We slidin' doors and uppin' blickies, we gon' fill a nigga quick, whoa, huh
Nigga all up in his feelings off a bitch (Off a bitch)
I make sure I take a picture when I hit (Catch a flick)
But she a ratchet bitch, can’t wife no ratchet bitch, on savage shit
I’m quick to thrash a bitch and then I’m passing it, my fabric
This some Italian shit, mixed with the Paris drip, but fuck that fashion shit
No cappin' shit, I’m bustin' traps in it
I pull up, serve you in the Fendi 'fit, in some expensive shit
From 7−6 straight to the 4th Ward, you know shit get treacherous
By treacherous I’m talkin' devilish, these niggas wettin' shit
Remember nights I went to bed with it, they know I let it rip (Rah rah rah)
I’m a young nigga
Still flyin' bitches to the city just to slurp dick up
I’m rockin' Bape and I be mobbin' like a gorilla
I fucked that bitch that he be postin' and he so bitter
The thottie throwin' off my vibe, I told that ho get out
They done killed Pido, screamin' rest in peace to bro, nigga
It just perform like different police on a four-wheeler
In all them pictures with them guns but you ain’t no killer
Ain’t never pointed at an opp and let it blow, nigga
Talkin' purple Cali weed with a purple-headed bitch
She gon' throw it in a blunt and she gon' swallow all this dick, ayy, wait
Took that money from the trap and bought a six
Been in shootouts broad day, man, I’m official as it gets, uh, wait
Nigga, you was never really with the shit
We slidin' doors and uppin' blickies, we gon' kill a nigga quick, whoa, huh
Nigga all up in his feelings off a bitch (Off a bitch)
I make sure I take a picture when I hit (Catch a flick)

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