Songtexte Trippin - Lunchbox

Tripping
I be tripping, uh I know you don't rock wit' me
I be lifted up, what we sipping not lipton
My boy hit shit up I know he gone not listen
Pour the tris yeah, way we living not christian
Not christian nah
Chrome hearts on me like I'm christian
Not gone listen uh
She so bad she not gone listen
Not gone listen uh
Dick her down and now she listen
Now she listen uh

I was broke but no more, yeah
No more, yeah
Had no money gave me Fomo, yeah
Fomo, yeah
Poured a eight we need like four more, yeah
Oh yeah, she so bad she might need promo, yeah
Promo, yeah
Bitch I been gone, you know lately
My brain been gone, I'm not crazy
I got stand tall, how a crane be
Money crenshaw, I got gravy
I just be smoking this dope, I feel lazy
Bitch I am not a banjo, you can't play me
Keep a blick tucked in this coat, like I'm KD
Run up bitch you gotta go, tried to play me

Tripping
I be tripping, uh I know you don't rock wit' me
I be lifted up, what we sipping not lipton
My boy hit shit up I know he gone not listen
Pour the tris yeah, way we living not christian
Not christian nah
Chrome hearts on me like I'm christian
Not gone listen uh
She so bad she not gone listen
Not gone listen uh
Dick her down and now she listen
Now she listen uh