4tw20ty - Trippie

Trippin', she said boy, you trippin
40 got extension, better keep his distance
Trippin', she said, boy, you trippin
Almost forgot to mention, my niggas do not listen
33 shots in that chop, Scottie Pippen
My nigga, he made a million in that kitchen
But I can't say too much because I know them feds listen
Trippin', think I'm really trippin
Think I feel some tension, my 40 at attention
And if they want smoke, then that chopper is attending
That chopper hit his ass, sent him to a new dimension
Doctors tried to save him, but they could not prevent it
They said whoever did this, they was really trippin
They didn't leave a witness, don't think he gon' make it
His family gon' miss him, think I got a fetish for 756s
Kill that little nigga and whoever came wit' 'em
Boy, you trippin', like I'm off some acid
Like a high school teacher, I didn't give that boy no passes
That chopper do damage, my young boy want a body bag
He said, let him have it, I'ma let him have it
I'ma let him have it, fully automatic
That's my bitch, she the baddest
Catch me out in traffic with that motherfuckin' ratchet
And I don't like no bougie bitch, I like my bitches ratchet
We stuck to the script, you niggas be readin' backwards
I'ma smoke his ass, put his ass in the backwoods
These niggas ain't gangsta, they just act hood
Internet gangster, beefin' with a MacBook, damn
Trippin', she said, boy, you trippin
40 got extension, bet he keep his distance
Yeah, trippin', she said, boy, you trippin
Almost forgot to mention, my niggas do not listen
Ayy, 33 shots and that chop Scottie Pippen
My nigga, he made a million in that kitchen
But I can't say too much because I know them feds listenin
Trippin', think I'm really trippin
I think I'm really trippin

Written by:
Shaun Carter

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