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) |