Tr4pp ink - In person

In a big body bourbon
I've been tweakin' off the Perkins
Off the lean, I be swervin
Fillin' up in the Suburbans
Get jammed, the bullets dispersin
Fuck him, them pigs is so worthless
Just like a shadow, behind you in person
Just like a shadow, I'm stalkin' you
Just like a hawk, yeah, I'm hawkin' you
Blinkin' don't teach you, but it teach you lessons
You there, you missin', what's off of you
Ayy, I see your soul like I ordered you
I'm with your bitch, you just bought a fool
Just got some blinks, I just bought a few
Yeah, that's what you oughta do, I'm about to blow up
Percocet on my belly, might throw up
Bitch say I smell good, look, I'm over
I'm about to get up, you already know
No closure, no clock, got the poppin', that shit takin' over
No competition, I feel like I'm hoverin
Hold me up for when I sip and roll over
Yeah, I love that bitch, but I'm not your u-tota
He not enchilada, yeah, my bitch hit Bob a lot
I be geekin' off these pills, I might fuck a thot
In a big body bourbon
I've been tweakin' off the Perkins
Off the lean, I be swervin
Dillin' up in the Suburbans
Get jammed and bullets dispersin
Fuck ham, them pigs be so worthless
Just like a shadow behind you in person
Uh-huh
When I'm on demon mode, feel them chills
I might spin the block
If I don't take your soul, the reaper will
I can't call the shots, but I'll send him
Hit him, leave him drippin', send that rental
Just like veins, hit him in the temple
Hmm, damn, y'all gon' miss him
Fuck that nigga, I don't give no fucks
If you up, then you know what's up
Yeah, catch you, we rollin' up
Not like cat piss when I'm pullin' up
Stank, stank, pull me up
Watchin' these Perkins with all of this drink
Bitch gon' hang her head in the sink
Off of the purple, but I ain't the same
No footlocker, got stripes out her ring
No foot soldiers, don't fuck with your thing
My bitch royal, I feel like I'm Banks
Beatin' these cases, that shit gettin' spanked
Spin a few, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm finna spin a few, I'll spin at you
All down your block, do it like some inner tube
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Cuttin' your bitch and I'm cuttin' her open
These niggas hatin', these niggas be showin
I get my blicky, I don't ever show it
Nigga try me, then you know that I'm scornin
Fuckin' that bitch from the evening to morning
If you know, then you know that you know it
But if you don't know it, just know that I'm scornin
I play my cards and I never show it
I'm gettin' shit up in motion
In a big body bourbon
I been tweakin' off the Perkins
Off the lean, I be swervin
Dealin' up in the Suburbans
Get jammed and bullets dispersin
Fuck ham, them pigs is so worthless
It's like a shadow behind you in person
Uh-huh, behind you in person
Uh-huh, uh-uh, uh-huh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Ddang, give him hell
Give him hell, uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Give him hell
Give him hell

Written by:
Antoine Roberson

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