Trey Drip - Escape

Go to her crib to escape
To escape
Go to her crib to relate
To relate
She know that I serve it's ok
It's ok
Said she happy I'm making that pape
That pape
Running up bands till it's late
It's late
You know that I got to get paid
Get paid
Same thing ain't shit changed
Shit changed
Money and the power and the fame

Please tell me you don't do too much
Hard to indulge if you lose my trust
Froze on the lick he ain't get his cut
Froze on the lick and he got lit up
Talk back to me? Better hold your tongue
Walk by yourself to the bag I run
I'll be alone for I hang with the bums
You fit in with the lames and the chumps
I fit in with the fame and the cup
Smoke in the studio all woods no blunts
It's a real vibe if you ride with us
Got to be around like five years plus
We don't really do no new
Nah he can't claim camp he fu
No I can't get bands with you
That's a mother fucking red flag too

Go to her crib to escape
To escape
Go to her crib to relate
To relate
She know that I serve it's ok
It's ok
Said she happy I'm making that pape
That pape
Running up bands till it's late
It's late
U know that I got to get paid
Get paid
Same thing ain't shit changed
Shit changed
Money and the power and the fame

Pornstar want to do coke
Told the bitch I don't do coke
No crud but it's new smoke
Ops jealous that's the news folk
Brodie got twenty five bows
Can't say names that's confidential
During those meetings can't have no phones
Websites leaking all y'all homes
Blick bow that's the sound of a chrome
Lawyer Jewish come through shalom
In the club she gonna do that blow
Bring her back and I do that hoe
Not loose im a hide my role
Set play then you die for sure
I don't do this shit for show
In my phone trying to get it for the low
Going to her crib to relax
Don't smoke but she roll that thrax
Like her face but I hit it from the back
Nice hips so I'm gripping on that
Tattoo yeah I'm licking on that
She a freak so we sipping on yak
I'm elite on the beat how I snap
Drive the speed limit Molly in the bag
Hit the club put the Molly in a cap
Point twos point threes pockets fat
Want a zip got to meet me out back
Boy fuck a tester I ain't handing out crack
Had a dream now I'm living up to that
Chop it up well she rubbing on my back
Pro guns I don't really like to lack
Cause a hater gonna be quick to get you whacked

Go to her crib to escape
To escape
Go to her crib to relate
To relate
She know that I serve it's ok
It's ok
Said she happy I'm making that pape
That pape
Running up bands till it's late
It's late
You know that I got to get paid
Get paid
Same thing ain't shit changed
Shit changed
Money and the power and the fame

Written by:
Trey Drip

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