De'Vante the King - Trippin

Bodies on bodies, I'm stackin em
Hotties and shotties, I'm packin em
People be messin around
But they don't know that they be lackin uh
Group of the folk tellin they tales when they be old
But now my soul really been sold
Okay, I know that they trippin

I got a- necklace on
But it came from H&M
Why spend a rack- up on a rope- when you can get it for 2 percent
I gotta sack, but I be broke
No personal money for me to spend
I cannot fathom a reality where money is all it is
Gotta make music
Baby, I do this
Gettin into it
Im gettin through it
You gonna hate
Get out my face
Pop onna lip, cuz I'm like screw it
I got a plan to be the man
Rhythm and Rhyme all that I'm playin
What is you sayin
A spirit inside of a body that make me the man
Uh

Drop onna spot
Devante be Makin it hot
I'm cookin a flow wit fire on low
And seasonings all in the pot
I know I'ma blow
Because I said so
And nobody gon make me stop
To Cali I go and meet up wit bro
We know that the concert got pop

Hey

Hands hit hard, you purple
Got no friends, small circle
Carry that stick in suspenders
Now my homies call me Urcle
In a Hondai, open fenders
Goin 25, I'm lurkin
For the opps, we be searchin
They cough blood, but it's sprite I'm burpin

BLAOW

Written by:
De'Vante Ray

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