Deuce Grams - Trip

Fonz
Huh
Yeah Yeah, huh huh
Yeah yeah hey, huh huh
Yeah Yeah, aye aye
I done it, I did it
I want it, I get it
I spit it, I live it
Niggahs be fibbing, and talking that fiction
Fuck on yo bitch, yeah my dick her addiction
Got that niggah heated, I'm causing some friction
No I ain't stressing or stretching no tension
Blunt long as ruler, like I'm in detention
Ate 8th of shrooms, oh did I fail to mention
Now I'm jugging in a different dimension
Fuck on a Martian and pull her antennas
Oh that was yo bitch? Well that's yo dilemma
Hop in the spaceship, used to be a lemon
Got they faces sour, don't see'em I'm chilling
Nah I'm pretending, I'm dropping my ceiling
Her pussy bald so I'm calling it Krillin
Hit it with my Piccolo that's a killing
Still fuck the pigs, but I got this bitch squealing
Ouu its a vibe, its a wonderful feeling
2 chains on my neck, got me freezing and chilling
Stack up the money, then get in a huddle
Drugs coming in like some weave, in a bundle
This money dirty, but I'm clean as bubbles
My hittahs, they'll get you gone on the double
Choppa hit you, turn yo ass to some rubble
Don't cause no trouble, it won't be no harm
My weed ain't subtle, it sound thee alarms
Pockets they cheesy like they stuffed with parm ​
Won't buy a ring, I put ice on her arm
Old bitch she hating, I got her like darn, damn
Lately I feel like the man
Look in the mirror, here he go again
Reflection hating cuz I got a tan
Niggahs they plotting to get where I am
Now I just do it, can't tell'em my plans
The hustle turned the young boy to a man
The struggle made me want cash in my hand
Yo music made me grab paper and pen
Now I won't stop till the kid in demand
Ran off on the plug, now its fuck Uncle Sam
I got the green like the eggs with the ham
Niggah run up he get flamed like a pan
Bitch I'm the greatest that's words from a fan
Now I feel mega that's shout out to Lan
Came a long way from struggling in The Land, damn
Man I'm so tired of being humble
I Feel like a tiger inside this jungle
I made it flip if I ever tumbled
Now I got'em mad you can hear the grumbles
All the faint little whispers, still my demeanor stay chipper
Ass fat I'ma tip her, she throw it back, I'ma hit her
POW right in the kisser, she float my boat like a skipper
Hit the road, never miss her, can't fall in love with a stripper
I be so hot like a temper, killed the beat, Jack the Ripper
Do the white if its liquor, got big ice in my ticker
Sip the lean out the pitcher, I'm too gone no pictures
Weed, shrooms, lean, liquor, I'm too faded off the mixtures
Ohhh, shoo
I'm gone
Shoo
I'm gone

Written by:
Jahbre Wainwright

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