Sly Ross - Trips

Taking trips out to Michigan
Peons gettin flipped again
Fat gawd goin in yea he going in
Gettin big like Michelin
With lil sis place an order I go harder with the shits
On my father Dawg I slaughter any beat I hit
If I ever have a daughter imma give her every cent
So a n**** grind hard takin mfin trips

Quick to bust a n**** inna lip
Iont brag but im down with it
Got a phone call from the plug
Said them orders runnin up so I grind takin trips again
Took a eighth of shrooms onna trip again
You flying onna plane
But I drive the magic school bus
Beezy in my hand in my cup is some dirty stuff
Spitting real and you know a nigga cutting up
Shawty hit my line and im bouta be a plumber with the pipe
She gone feel it all up in her gut
Yea
You know wassup
Fat n**** keep it basic from the toes on up
You aint riding with the gang bitch we infamous
Stay low out the way aint no heat on us
Tryna stay in a lane where im moving up
Damn near moving dirty man that shit is rough
But the passenger is white so that shit a plus

And I am what I am
Never gave a fuck and I couldnt give a damn
Moving and im groving while you slower than a snail
Like I do it for the vine
You do it for the gram
Waxing and im taxing like my name is uncle sam
Only people eating at the table is my fam
Business only business
I aint tryna speak wit cha
Confidence high like God
When it reach ya
Feel coo as fuck need something to put my feet on
Maybe on they necks im show em like it's nothing
Striving for my family and I do it for my people
I aint been the type to stunt I ain't fronting
Shoutout scoob stacks With heat tho
He gone whip it up and imma put the heat on
2019 lebron and wade man this shit is craz
Alley oops when the beat on

Written by:
Oshae Ross

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