T R I P - NBA (feat. Brady G)

Yeah, stepping to me and you know it will be trouble
That shit goes
I’m so NBA but I’m not in no bubble
Pick and roll
I’ve been grinding, working hard I got to hustle
Solving puzzles
Been through struggles
Time to go, get the buckle, yeah
She wanna make a movie
Watch me shine like I’m some jewelry, yeah
And she bad and boujee
Like Migos and Lil Uzi, yeah
Got to do my duties
I don’t judge I am not Judy, yeah
And she like it raw, her favorite dog
I feed her sushi, (God damn)
Let me light it up cause I’m a Bic I do this shit
Watch her do the splits god damn little bitch she knows some tricks
Like safety's take a pic’ I Nike swoosh like I’m some kicks
Sending messages but lil hoe you ain’t saying shit
Running around why are you lost
Book me a show and it’s gonna cost
I went to church to pray to god
Be a good person that's all that they taught
Look at my dog, she is a Rott
Fucking with me and then you will be caught
Pussy ass boy I can never be opp
Twenty more years ima’ be a robot
Yeah, I’m too nice
Like a good person I’m doing it right
Fire on top, holy shit, like I’m Mike
I’m not a plumber but I got the pipe
Go off the energy also the vibes
I’m not adidas but I got the stripes
Say what you want but I know what I like
This is not volley I’m giving a spike
I do it again, again, and again
I break it all down and throw out the stems
Go off the top or give me a pen
Too fucked up with a bottle of gen
One, two, three, and now I pin
You can’t see I’m different
What you mean I’m ignorant
My voice sounds like an instrument
Uh, get out the way I want the chips like it was lays
Yeah, yeah
I do not play balling all day I’m NBA
Yeah, yeah
Get it I cross
I’m doing the floss
You know what I’m saying
Yeah, yeah
This is the way
Give me five fingers and I kill em’ sway (Slap that fuckin bitch)
Stepping to me and you know it will be trouble
That shit goes
I’m so NBA but I’m not in no bubble
Pick and roll
I’ve been grinding, working hard I got to hustle
Solving puzzles
Been through struggles
Time to go, get the buckle, yeah
Stepping to me and you know it will be trouble
That shit goes
I’m so NBA but I’m not in no bubble
Pick and roll
I’ve been grinding, working hard I got to hustle
Solving puzzles
Been through struggles
Time to go, get the buckle, yeah
Ain’t talking NBA ain’t mean to burst yo’ bubble (LA)
Like Nipsey got a hustle
Take off like a shuttle (Shout out Trip)
Yo, bitch a eater and she dig me like a shovel (Yeah, yeah)
You dogs barking but got no bite like a muzzle (Err)
Gallichio, I’m like Ichiro with the hits an all
These dogs in trouble
They better go call rubble on the double
You think you fucking with Trip then you tripping
But I got to thank god we winning
Lemonade but I started with lemons
Twenty- two on me Ben Simmons
I roll up the Philly extended
I run with some bears, Memphis
Dennis, bitch I’m a menace
I stay with the ratchet no tennis
Gallichio head Lieutenant
I ain't a full blood, Italian, but run with the mob like Jimmy
Aye, my whip dash in a flash I’m being chauffeured in it
Backseat gambling with the mob I’m playing poker in it
Weather rainy with this money I ain’t Al Roker with it
I’m just trynna break going for the book of Guinness
And I’m really bout this shit, there’s no pretending
When no one‘s listening, I stay persistent
Reef the benefits get rich like Oprah Winfrey is
The business of businesses, to get digits and dividends I’m trouble

Written by:
Brady Gallicchio, Christerfer Jones III

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