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tripstar – trip 2 chicago lyrics

[intro]
woah (red dead, i’m so f+ckin’ bumpin’, bruh), yeah
aw yeah
trapzone, tripstar
woah
yeah, yeah, woah (yeah, yeah), yeah
woah, yeah (yeah, yeah), yeah
ayy, you gon’ get some money listenin’ to this sh+t, i swear to god
know i’m tellin’ you the truth
woah (yeah, yeah, yeah), woah
trapzone, woah
you ain’t bring zones to the trap, woah, yeah, woah, yeah, yeah

[verse]
all them d+mn trips to chicago, takin’ the road
come back with the dope, it’s already sold
i go take that dope to fatboy, he gon’ turn up the mo
he gon’ sell thе dope real fast, he don’t sеll it too slow
mama told me, “son, what god got for you, n0body stoppin'”
worth a million now, you try to play me, put that on your noggin
shoot a care package to the pen’ for my lil’ partner
so he can take care his lil’ boy and he can take care his lil’ daughter
shoot a text to my connect, he [?][0:53] at the border
started with a quarter, you can come and place your order, yeah
i’ma keep the cash, i would never short ’em
just like steve nash, i pass the bag to my young n+gga, woah
fast forward, d+mn, went to the pen’
came home and i ran up two hundred thou’, guess i’m hood rich, for real
so exhausted, took the back way to the chi
used to meet the plug with two hundred grams, yeah, at the popeyes (yeah)
if i get too sleepy on the road, i pull over, woah
then i get back up and then i get back to that money, woah
pop a perc’, jelly bean, exotic weed, russian cream
never been up on a dean, but i sold one hundred p’s
be humble with that cash, you can lose it fast
i done seen the biggest n+ggas lose the biggest bags
i just checked the stash, guess i’m blessed, yeah, amen (amen)
tryna show these n+ggas never hate on no man (yeah)
when i lost it, i ain’t blame n0body, i went bought a sack
went to the block and went and got it poppin’ (yeah)
when you on your sh+t, they might just say you actin’ c+cky
but where the f+ck was you when i had a hundred problems? (yeah)
conversation with my n+gga bagg, he say that i’m a threat
talk to sway, he make sure that i keep my foot up on the gas
at and the guys, them my brothers, different mothers (yeah)
and if you didn’t know, i’m a son of a hustler (woah), woah (yeah)

- tripstar lyrics

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