Lyrics Trips - Yatta

Trips

Ayy
Talk all that crazy shit, nigga
14, seen my cousin for a dub by the crib
Plus he showed me how to hit, ain’t looked back ever since
17, seen my dawg get four dub off a bend
Ask him what I gotta spin, tryna win, I need in
I need Grants, I need Bens, I need bands, I need M’s
I need foreigns with the tint so you can’t see up in my shit
I seen Mani take trips, hit that road, take risks
Brought back two hundred strips and paid off in the end
It was me and Nick Bina, in a two seater
Two Glocks, two mops, nigga don’t get cleaned up
You don’t trust me, shit, I don’t trust me neither
Shit contagious, if I blow, my niggas blowin' like we sneezin'
Servin' bows to your people, them bows, I get 'em cheaper
Told my dawg grab a couple duffle bags for the re-up
Callin' plays with my feet up, we ain’t gotta meet up
Long reach, nigga, I can get you touched, ain’t gotta see you
Long days, long nights, yeah I live the wrong life
Baby wanna fuck with me, show me what that hoein' like
Yeah I sent that bitch down, show me what her toes like
My stripper bitch love the feeling of being under the strobe lights
Lay it all on the line, I just pray it go right
Kick all for the shit we did, we gon' get more than life
Yeah I always tote a pipe, like a nigga don’t fight
Fuck with us, it’s suicide, might as well take your own life
When I was 6, seen a nigga get blowed out his shit
I knew ever since then I could never be no vict'
When I was 10, boy my Uncle Mosey showed me how to whip
Said do it like this, gotta spin it with your wrist
My grandpa so black, my grandma so crisp
Inherited my daddy fro, I was born in this shit
I was born in this shit, not sworn in this bitch
Ask the suckers who they smoked, they ain’t score 'round this bitch