NLM Geno - U Trippin

Damn I got dope on my lip. Well I guess I spit Crack. Or u can call it dat piff. I got problems to solve so I got money to get. U got problems caint solve em cuz u stay onnat broke shit. U call it takin a risk. But u bet the wrong shit. I had to focus thru my struggle build my muscle and shit. Brain power from a bitch I swear shorty so dumb. But she like perfectionist I told her if she go she gone cum. Then the pussy got boring. Cuz I was tryna fuck the game. Stroke sum mills out that bitch. Jackpot. Make it rain. Pass her right to team. Yea my assist game mean. Check my stats. Hell of a playa probably MVP. Get out ya feelings my nigga. That’s for haters and tellers. Non believers and failures. But I never fail em. I get better wit time. That’s why I’m always on grind. U got sum clout in ya pocket I got sum money in mine. Ya say ya ballin how ya mama doin. Aite then. Ya hustle posed to go from nicks to bricks u doin it right then. How the hell u touch a bag and u ain’t take care ya crib. U nigga burying yaselves without no life insurance. That shit stupid. Niggaz actually clueless. Probably why they hear me on the track but as I rap they snoozin. Give em game they lose it. If I talk u should listen. I say shit to remembered. I wouldn’t tell ya to get it if I ain’t went out and did it.

U trippin. U trippin. U trippin trippin. What u off the mids? U trippin. U trippin. Nigga u trippin trippin fuck u off the mid? U trippin u trippin. U trippin trippin bitch u off the mid? U trippin. U trippin. U trippin trippin. What u off the mid?

U ain’t a hitta u just loose wit triggaz. U ain’t that nigga them just IG pictures. I guess u like to fake it till u make it. A 9-5 more than yo hustle makin. Don’t like the truth dont that shit irritate ya. I tell the truth that shit should motivate ya. Unless it’s police I aint coversating. And u confide in em u honest ain’t ya. Snitch. And bitch quit talkin go and clean yo kitchen. How the hell u worried bout they dirty dishes. Yea u a bad bitch and I’m a witness. Baby u ain’t good for shit. Ain’t tryna hit it. If I did I quit it. Cuz u trippin

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