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young xaeser feat. elyy - trippin lyrics

went to the store, bought me some guns (bought me some guns)
opps be f+ckin around my n+ggas gon′ have some fun (have some fun)
the opps think they they run this sh+t

(they don’t) they think they motherf+ckin′ number one
me and elyy boutta catch some motherf+ckin’ bodies
there is some trauma for your motherf+ckin’ mom
if you keep talkin all that sh+t
we gon′ put your bodies in a motherf+ckin′ 6 foot ditch

yo ass trippin, yo ass trippin
yo ass tweakin, yo ass tweakin
yo ass buggin, yo ass tweakin
yeah, buggin
you been motherf+ckin’ buggin

b+b+b+b

yeah roll up to the motherf+ckin′ hood sippin’ lipton
all white air force 1s b+tch i′m drippin
and i could never get caught lackin in my streets
lil b+tch i’m crippin
and if he slip up once or twice we up the mac to his dome
54321 b+tch we gone
and i could never trust a hoe who wanna hang up on the phone
talkin bout′
“hol’ on i’ma call you back” but she ain′t gon′ call me back
if you slap a b+tch, then what you call it? a b+tchslap
this sh+t a marathon lil b+tch i’m on my sixth lap
p+ssy n+gga try to play me, i′ma grip that
rocking prada and celine, dior my kicks hoe i can’t flip that
yeah we catchin′ bodies everyday my choppa is a fishtrap

b+tch why you trippin?
air force 1’s b+tch i′m drippin’
roll up to the motherf+ckin’ hood sippin′ lipton
i could never get caught lackin′ in my streets lil b+tch i’m crippin′
b+tch why you trippin?
air force 1’s b+tch i′m drippin’
roll up to the motherf+ckin′ hood sippin’ lipton
i could never get caught lackin’ in my streets lil b+tch i′m crippin′

yeah run up on that b+tch
run up run up on em’
all you n+ggas ain′t no sh+t (ain’t no sh+t) (what?)
p+ssy n+gga suck my d+ck b+tch, b+tch
is you mad i f+cked your b+tch, boy?
is you mad i took your sh+t? (aye)
is you mad i was selling bricks?
now i′m making cash, spin back cause i’m on they ass
racks like to spread out on my place
this sh+t is f+cking gas
elyy yung kaz boutta′ blow that f+cking cash
lay up off the glass i’ma pass the blunt like magic
got a new patek, yeah this sh+t is tragic
i’ma stay up in my dungeon, it′s a f+cking attic
i take pills to give me conscience i′m a f+cking addict
62 b+tch is crackin’ sh+t will make that static

(i said, b+tch why you trippin?)

- young xaeser feat elyy lyrics

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