Name Trippy Mula but you could call me Trippy
From New York City, shit get spicy like Chili
Summers get real chilly, smoked like a chimney if you move fishy
On God It gets risky
Mama in my stash digging, she never sent me to prison
Wooing any nigga slipping, but these opps out here snitching
She come to the crib with the box like she UPS
Hit my line for the dick all she want is sex
Next thing imma address
Be careful who you smoke, I'll stuff the blunt in ya throat & watch you choke
And Get Pop smoked
Nothing I said is regretful, very disrespectful
Draw weapons without a pencil
Trapped the beamer sweatsuit
Flipping Os on my schedule
Some of my niggas BillzyWorld, some of my niggas Barigang
I ain't know em but these my brothers we all the same
Some of my niggas BillzyWorld, some of my niggas Barigang
I ain't know em but these my brothers we all the same
Had to introduce myself real quick cause imma be here for a while get used to it
Coming For Everything! Shit Ain't Over Though, Listen
If it costs you your peace it's too expensive
Stop telling your business it could block your blessings
Stop double texting if they got the message
Ion argue on live, you might not be alive
Sleep with the fishes like you scuba dive
Used to go to school with you never was on that timing
Got real spooky, became a movie
You was with ya cutie, you played coochie
Could've left you snoozy, real cruelly
I want more bread and I'm talking loaves
Let it spread and let it grow like mold
Thought we was strippers cause we keep the poles
If my mans at the table imma pass him a bowl
I got no control that's just how it goes
If I get a temper tantrum
Imma Cock the cannon holdin' ya chest like the National anthem
I ain't a makeup artist when I beat ya face
Doing the Harlem shake or you got sprayed with raid
If you ain't ready to ball get off the court
If you ain't ready for the streets just stay on the porch
If you ain't ready for the streets just stay on the porch
The comeback is always stronger than the
Setback
Long Live My Dawgs
Shit forever
Woo
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Name Trippy Mula but you could call me Trippy
From New York City, shit get spicy like Chili
Summers get real chilly, smoked like a chimney if you move fishy
On God It gets risky
Mama in my stash digging, she never sent me to prison
Wooing any nigga slipping, but these opps out here snitching
She come to the crib with the box like she UPS
Hit my line for the dick all she want is sex
Next thing imma address
Be careful who you smoke, I'll stuff the blunt in ya throat & watch you choke
And Get Pop smoked
Nothing I said is regretful, very disrespectful
Draw weapons without a pencil
Trapped the beamer sweatsuit
Flipping Os on my schedule
Some of my niggas BillzyWorld, some of my niggas Barigang
I ain't know em but these my brothers we all the same
Some of my niggas BillzyWorld, some of my niggas Barigang
I ain't know em but these my brothers we all the same
Had to introduce myself real quick cause imma be here for a while get used to it
Coming For Everything! Shit Ain't Over Though, Listen
If it costs you your peace it's too expensive
Stop telling your business it could block your blessings
Stop double texting if they got the message
Ion argue on live, you might not be alive
Sleep with the fishes like you scuba dive
Used to go to school with you never was on that timing
Got real spooky, became a movie
You was with ya cutie, you played coochie
Could've left you snoozy, real cruelly
I want more bread and I'm talking loaves
Let it spread and let it grow like mold
Thought we was strippers cause we keep the poles
If my mans at the table imma pass him a bowl
I got no control that's just how it goes
If I get a temper tantrum
Imma Cock the cannon holdin' ya chest like the National anthem
I ain't a makeup artist when I beat ya face
Doing the Harlem shake or you got sprayed with raid
If you ain't ready to ball get off the court
If you ain't ready for the streets just stay on the porch
If you ain't ready for the streets just stay on the porch
The comeback is always stronger than the
Setback
Long Live My Dawgs
Shit forever
Woo
From New York City, shit get spicy like Chili
Summers get real chilly, smoked like a chimney if you move fishy
On God It gets risky
Mama in my stash digging, she never sent me to prison
Wooing any nigga slipping, but these opps out here snitching
She come to the crib with the box like she UPS
Hit my line for the dick all she want is sex
Next thing imma address
Be careful who you smoke, I'll stuff the blunt in ya throat & watch you choke
And Get Pop smoked
Nothing I said is regretful, very disrespectful
Draw weapons without a pencil
Trapped the beamer sweatsuit
Flipping Os on my schedule
Some of my niggas BillzyWorld, some of my niggas Barigang
I ain't know em but these my brothers we all the same
Some of my niggas BillzyWorld, some of my niggas Barigang
I ain't know em but these my brothers we all the same
Had to introduce myself real quick cause imma be here for a while get used to it
Coming For Everything! Shit Ain't Over Though, Listen
If it costs you your peace it's too expensive
Stop telling your business it could block your blessings
Stop double texting if they got the message
Ion argue on live, you might not be alive
Sleep with the fishes like you scuba dive
Used to go to school with you never was on that timing
Got real spooky, became a movie
You was with ya cutie, you played coochie
Could've left you snoozy, real cruelly
I want more bread and I'm talking loaves
Let it spread and let it grow like mold
Thought we was strippers cause we keep the poles
If my mans at the table imma pass him a bowl
I got no control that's just how it goes
If I get a temper tantrum
Imma Cock the cannon holdin' ya chest like the National anthem
I ain't a makeup artist when I beat ya face
Doing the Harlem shake or you got sprayed with raid
If you ain't ready to ball get off the court
If you ain't ready for the streets just stay on the porch
If you ain't ready for the streets just stay on the porch
The comeback is always stronger than the
Setback
Long Live My Dawgs
Shit forever
Woo
Writer: Ameil Jack
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