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ryan cali – tripping lyrics

(intro)
you trippin
you trippin
you trippin
yaw
yaw

(verse 1)
cali in this b+tch, you should know boy (you should know boy)
if you be on that hating, you should go boy (you should go boy)
20 grams smoking, that’s a dope boy (that’s a dope boy)
world going stupid, where the hope boy (where the hope boy)
20 records out, where the lyrics homie yah
where the locksmiths, where the kendricks homie where they at
no love for the craft, you just business homie yeah
you a dum kid, far from the realest homie
i spit the illest only but i still let em brag
thе only reason he bragging
is only cause hе f+cking mad
all his music, feed it to the crab
you a waste of my time, dum boy, enough sad
get bread (get bread), that’s the only thing on your mind
for once let me trip, ya been tripping all the time
shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam shimmy yay (yay)
gimme the mic, i got something to say (come on)

(chorus)
you tripping
acting like a g
i don’t play that
i ain’t f+cking with that b (nah)
you tripping
hit by the snare
fell from the chair
middle finger in the air
you tripping
acting like a boss
saying you real
yeah we know them fingers crossed
you tripping
running with the gang
telling everybody how to f+cking be a man
you tripping

(verse 2)
hundred f+cking hits on my laptop (on my laptop)
i don’t need your sh+t, no pep talk (no pep talk)
i be walking like i’m on the catwalk (on the catwalk)
say it to your face, f+ck that back talk (f+ck that back talk)
always coming through with that old school (old school)
i be in the stu cooking soul food (soul food)
what you gone say, what you gone do (what you gone do)
i‘m a not stop, thought i told you (thought i told you)
looking in my mirrors, check my blindspot (yeah)
only pull through when the time’s hot (oh yeah)
i be doing work like nonstop (nonstop)
you still selling stuff at the p+wn shop (yah)
sucker gotta get another purpose
clowns all around, trapped in a f+cking circus
live for this sh+t, motherf+cker i deserve this
you k!ll for this sh+t like thirsty bl++dy murders

(verse 3)
look in the eye of the barrel
i been working out here, sucker give me my medal (yeah)
the throne with respect, nothing less i’ll settle
on my wiz khalifa, i be on my level, ya
smell the aroma when we kick it on the corner
bumping, playing daytona, f+cking stuck in the moment
this is a warning for any corny getting it going
see you next morning, chase you till you cornered
murder every opponent who think he own it
i’m the sh+t and you gone know it, take a listen how i flow it
writing rhymes like a poet, ya
slay beats like i’m dave east
i’m going crazy on these suckers
ya gone have to save me or just pay me
either one of em is fine
i’m a spit that verse till the mike full of slim
yach, king push on them p+ssies
standing by the edge, motherf+cker come and push me

- ryan cali lyrics

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