TRIPPIN' BALLS Video (MV)

Yeah Yeah Huh
Krrrraaahhh!
Huh Huh yeah
Got a caddy got a porsche cause I be loving Cars
Got a Mercedes S class, and bouquet of flowers
I was all healed up, my flaws got some Scars
My whip be flyin crazy, have some mercy on the Tyres
Bitches finna come, you ain't even gonna Call
Pussies be so jealous, got a sticky in the Hall
Got his ankle vanish wasn't claiming for a Foul
Yeah they called me loser, now they wanna see me Ball
Makin a shit tonne, now I gotta Cash out
Miss a 100 shots, boy what you on about
I ain't missing noting, just like OR Scout
Yeah I did him bad now, he just wanna shout
Aim, 2 finger High sense with the Gyroscope
A bag full of cash, yeah a bag full of Dope
So many be spazzin and be spitting round the Globe
Got the whip with some stars, na I need no telescope
Going stupid on this bitch ain't no way I'm gonna Pause
Murdered this beat like, Tory on Adin Ross
Ion know the Net, ion even know the Gross
For them there are rules, for me there are Laws
I prolly don't remember, cause I was trippin balls
Got a 40 dollar meal, cause I was trippin balls
Was not social at all, cause I was trippin balls
Was writing all day long, i know I was trippin balls
Hihihii!!
Boy you crazy if you trip like that!!
Ain't no make believe in my rap
0 fiction all facts
Pussies clicking up and talking smack
Better run it back
I been in them hillies with them millies
I been counting stacks
The haters plotting scheming
Posting and deleting
They be sending shots
Call me 50 cause i eat em
I stay steady winning
Them boys cant get out they feelings
Repping the set for the clout
Pussy get out
Gonna get shot in the mouth
My crew is ruthless no doubt
We stack up the paper so tall
I feel like im touching the clouds
Diamonds and rubies all over my mouth
Yeah im star studded
But hard headed
I'm going up no offsetting
Lyrical venom im spitting
I'm ripping the verses up
Juggling bitches this shit is a circus
I'm winning im sinning
You cant even stop me
I'm crossing my limits
Slid on the block, shootouts in the Afternoon
If he drops his gun I better send him to the Moon
Homie breathing after 7 shots, I ain't that Immune
Who I smoke by Yungeen Ace, on his Callertune
What you grinding for, bro I want all of the Loot
Lil bro was in danger, yes I know I gotta Shoot
750 Henny got, 750 Greygoose
Guess the way back home, ion even know the route
I prolly don't remember, cause I was trippin balls
Got a 40 dollar meal, cause I was trippin balls
Was not social at all, cause I was trippin balls
Was writing all day long, i know I was trippin balls
Huh huh Yeah!
Krrrraaahhh!
Seventeen don't forget