Bleu Huncho X Cash Chris - Trippin'

You tripping you tripping you tripping
Watch where tf you stepping
Im dripping im dripping im dripping
Gucci keep hold of the weapon
Im ripping im ripping im ripping
Bullets they get to spreading
He limping he limping he limping
Let this just be a lesson
You Tripping you tripping you Tripp
That 30 on me like I’m Stefun
I’m dripping I’m dripping I’m dripping
Got bitches on me like I’m
I’m ripping I’m ripping I’m ripping
I left that nigga so headless
He limping he limping he limping
That young nigga tried to test me
Balmians sagg off my ass thats swagg
Walk in the club with a whole lotta cash
Tryna figure out which bitch ima smash
Hop in the coupe and do the digital dash
Niggas quick to squeeze on they enemies
A puddle of blood where you use to be
Have you on ya knees no sympathy
Its misery fucking with me
I have you pledge allege
On yo knees no nfl
Im out ya league
Is it true that everybody bleed
I don’t know im tryna see
I paint you in blood
Thats art to me
Where noahs arc should be
You don’t have no sayso
New democracy
Leave yoy hanging in the air
Like an aprostophe
Why bother me The chopper be
So close to me like im fatherly
Obviously I’m the prophecy
Don’t talk to me less I’m profiting
Obviously I’m the prophecy
Don’t talk to me less I’m profiting
You tripping you tripping you tripping
Watch where tf you stepping
Im dripping im dripping im dripping
Gucci keep hold of the weapon
Im ripping im ripping im ripping
Bullets they get to spreading
He limping he limping he limping
Let this just be a lesson
You Tripping you tripping you Tripp
That 30 on me like I’m Stefun
I’m dripping I’m dripping I’m dripping
Got bitches on me like I’m
I’m ripping I’m ripping I’m ripping
I left that nigga so headless
He limping he limping he limping
That young nigga tried to test me
Fuck nigga fuck nigga
Watch what you saying
Watch what you saying
Run in yo home
With two arms yo yo chest
It look like he praying
Raised in a era
That’ll smack a bitch
Never told a lie
I ain’t with that capping shit
Come through throwing bullets
Like kapernick
Got a Glock
But wasn’t use to having shit
100 round clip let em have it then
Fuck it let em have it then
Choppa hit his ass Kevin patching shit
Yea Kevin patchin shit
Don’t give a fuck about yo opinion
Only friends kept it 100
Is the ones I’m spending
Blue strips in my pocket
Look like I’m crippin
Posted on the block
Like my name Ben Simmons
No scope 360 on some off the head shit
Nigga wana push me
I’m off the ledge then
Balling like my young nigga
Yea he at Trezvant
Yea at he at Trezvant
I don’t trust my nigga to trust me nigga
And that’s fucked up
Got bout 8 bands in these balmains
What you know bout stuffed up
I just doubled down on a double double
Now I’m doubled up
Keep passing me that styrofoam
Yea I think I had enough
Old bitch say that I’m big headed
But I don’t think I brag enough
What you think bout a nigga
Ain never had shit
Just start having stuff
Cash chris

Written by:
BRANDON PRINTEDD BRASWELL

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