Trips - Yatta

Ayy

Talk all that crazy shit, nigga

14, seen my cousin for a dub by the crib

Plus he showed me how to hit, ain’t looked back ever since

17, seen my dawg get four dub off a bend

Ask him what I gotta spin, tryna win, I need in

I need Grants, I need Bens, I need bands, I need M’s

I need foreigns with the tint so you can’t see up in my shit

I seen Mani take trips, hit that road, take risks

Brought back two hundred strips and paid off in the end

It was me and Nick Bina, in a two seater

Two Glocks, two mops, nigga don’t get cleaned up

You don’t trust me, shit, I don’t trust me neither

Shit contagious, if I blow, my niggas blowin' like we sneezin'

Servin' bows to your people, them bows, I get 'em cheaper

Told my dawg grab a couple duffle bags for the re-up

Callin' plays with my feet up, we ain’t gotta meet up

Long reach, nigga, I can get you touched, ain’t gotta see you

Long days, long nights, yeah I live the wrong life

Baby wanna fuck with me, show me what that hoein' like

Yeah I sent that bitch down, show me what her toes like

My stripper bitch love the feeling of being under the strobe lights

Lay it all on the line, I just pray it go right

Kick all for the shit we did, we gon' get more than life

Yeah I always tote a pipe, like a nigga don’t fight

Fuck with us, it’s suicide, might as well take your own life

When I was 6, seen a nigga get blowed out his shit

I knew ever since then I could never be no vict'

When I was 10, boy my Uncle Mosey showed me how to whip

Said do it like this, gotta spin it with your wrist

My grandpa so black, my grandma so crisp

Inherited my daddy fro, I was born in this shit

I was born in this shit, not sworn in this bitch

Ask the suckers who they smoked, they ain’t score 'round this bitch