Текст песни Meta - Tripsixx

Yeah, okay, we ridin' high, just what they like
Yeah, oh

They don't know what I've been through
They don't know what I'm fin' do
Spark up that light, so they know it's me
Ain't see me come in, bitch I'm so low-key
With the shits, yeah
Watch how you speak out your your lips, yea (woah)
Been a long time comin'
Had me strugglin', but niggas right where they're s'posed to be
In this bitch, yea
Had to keep on pluggin', bitch I'm thuggin'
Really made somethin' outta nothin'
Hate you when you down and love you when you up and runnin'
Searchin' all the wrong places for that love
When all I feel is emptiness inside, no frontin' (yeah)
They wasn't with me on top
So, I live my life like fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
Hit that re-up 'cause I'm runnin' out
Past got me numb, bitch, I'm dumbin' now
Sharper, shawty, man I can't fuck with Xans no more
Damn near OD'd, had me slumpin' out
Baby, you already know
Come through, leave them clothes at the door
Ayy, bust it one time, love me one time
Then I'm back on the road, yeah

Ayy, okay, with my bitches and we ridin' high, just what they like
Okay, yeah, with my bitches and we ridin' high, just what like
Okay, find myself wonderin', "Where'd them days go?"
We been ridin' 'round grindin' for that peso
I'm that nigga, I ain't trippin' unless they know
Yeah, with my bitches and we ridin' high, just what they like
Fuck 'round, lose your soul tonight
Won't tell you how to live your life

It won't ever be the same for these niggas, had to swerve out my lane
Just to show that I ain't playin' games with these niggas
Man, used to never give this music shit a second thought
Now I hit the melodies on your bitch non-stop
Insane how shit changed on spot
Contraband in the whip, can't risk gettin' caught
Yeah, workin' with a little, tryna turn it to a knot
Tryna work my way up from the bottom, started at the rock
Lotta things from my past, had to let 'em go
Muscle out myself, too much time on road, yeah
Heart froze, I've been gettin' on the low, yeah
Activist in my cup, pour it slow
Pull up, they know it's me, shine bright make it hard to see, yeah
(Ohhh)

Ayy, okay, with my bitches and we ridin' high, just what they like
Okay, yeah, with my bitches and we ridin' high, just what like
Okay, find myself wonderin', "Where'd them days go?"
We been ridin' 'round grindin' for that peso
I'm that nigga, I ain't trippin' unless they know
Yeah, with my bitches and we ridin' high, just what they like
Fuck 'round, lose your soul tonight
Won't tell you how to live your life