Play me some pimpin' mane
Yea, Stay Trippy in stores August 27th
***** with me, yuh
(*Bang*)
Man shit these hate ass *****s
I'm a rich ass ***** still getting richer
Got kush all up in my swisher
AX still don’t hang from my pistol
Got Gucci sneakers on my feet
Freaky ******* all in my suite
Bad ******* in my hot tub
And bad ******* in between the sheets
From the sixers on my oldschool
Born up and I'm ridin' hot
Runnin' up with the bullshit
So machine-a will start a fire
Better know I got that money
Better know I keep that burner
*****s tryin' to take my cake
Beat that ******* ***** like Ike Turner
*******!
Ain't no money coming like your own money
I'm never coming off short
I got that long money
I'm counting up that paper
Before I leave the house
Just got that new Mercedes
That ain't even out yet
Roll up while I'm drivin'
Tell ho I'm just vibing
Big house all pimped out
Back yard look like an island
Boss ***** I get paid
Bring yo' ******* out to my place
I'mma ***** that ******* today
Tomorrow yo' ****ing my maid ****
Ye-ye-ye ho, dirty ass *****
Tomorrow yo' ****ing my maid ****
Tomorrow yo' ****ing my maid ****
I'mma **** that pussy today ****
Tomorrow yo' ****ing my maid ****
(Ye, ye, ye ho, ye ho) (x3)
Still reppin' all bitche
August 27th Stay Trippa
August 27th, ya dig!
Stay Trippy, ho ass *****
Pimp bitches getting lots of hea
In my drop head
Tell them haters drop dead
I don't **** with beef because I got brea
Cause I got some goons
With me not scared
Fill yo' ass up with hot lead
Hit the club with some hoes
Like you ain't just got shot dead
All this money on my rolly, could have bought a Benz
I’mma wake up in the morning, ain’t gonna ball again
And the money’s my long
And I’m known to carry more guns than a pun shot, bitch
August 27th, Stay Trippy, yea...