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rob ace - dyckman (tripping.) lyrics

[intro]
yeah, heyyy
(laugh)
(i love you kxvi) (inhales, exhales smoke)
still in the kitchen with it n-gga
(pour that sh-t up trvpyyy)

[verse 1]
roaches in the hall, roaches in the room
rats in the kitchen, rats in the room
grew up n-gga now, gas what i smoke
grew up n-gga, i ain’t going back to broke
i was 15 when i got a drum
i was 15 when i did em drugs
i ain’t sippin lean or poppin percocets
give me one and i’m back to super threat
hit ya b-tch with some super s-x
i can rap that’s a super flex
i can catch up to myself
p-ss your b-tch, i’ll p-ss her to myself
act a monster when i’m in the hood
laid back cause i know i’m good
been here and back to the moon
tell your b-tch that we going soon
lil shorty pull up to the room
if you ready to be with a god
i ain’t dying cause i’m living now
and i’m living now, which is kinda odd
going off while you kind of nod
too much smoke, i ain’t trynna cough
n-ggas talking to me about this liquor
i ain’t drinking til i see some strippers

[hook]
where do i start?
my cupping is double
let the b-ss knock
i won’t knock your hustle
but when i make it
you n-ggas in trouble
float on the block
still out in dyckman i’m f-cking these thots
drinking on pints, counting the guap
act like you bout it my homies got glocks
i am a star, for me you get shot

[bridge]
yeah..
for me you get shot lil b-tch
lil n-gga
n-gga f-ck you talking bout… aye
yeah..
let the b-ss knock for me you get s…
ooh..
back in it..

[verse 2]
yeah
ain’t sippin on red no more don’t care
n-gga had to mack out, blew her back out, pull her tracks out and i saw it was no hair..
smoke everyday like i got to..
you ain’t even valid, who brought you?
b-tch act dumb, who taught you?
i know no real n-gga caught you..
been out my mind on acid
realized this sh-t done happened
rain pouring outside while i smoke in the cut like what if this sh-t just vanished
said she my b-tch she cappin
n-gga be quiet he rappin
sh-t got hard like trapping
and you n-ggas mad soft like napkins
said i ain’t sh-t, what happened?
said i ain’t lit, you cappin
still in the city with gangstas
barely got any on cameras
and my g want me geeked off the percs and the lean
been a minute since i touched that fanta
rather move safely have it on safety
been a minute since i touched that hammer
haa

- rob ace lyrics

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