SCY Jimm – Trippin’ Lyrics
Artist: SCY Jimm
Song: Trippin’
This n#gg# really got the phone ringin’
Ayy, rob a n#gg# for it
[Ayy, who made it? Milan made it, b#tch
Brodie get to trippin’, rob a n#gg# for it [That sh#t there crazy
Brodie get to trippin’, rob a— [SCY sh#t, yeah
Catch a n#gg# slippin’, rob a n#gg# for it [SCY sh#t
K3
SCY sh#t, no DJ Khaled, we the best [Uh-huh
f#ck that vest, these bullets that we throw go for yo’ neck [Fah
Won’t never go out sad about no b#tch, I’m chasin’ checks [Never
That n#gg# move foul, we call a play, don’t call no refs
I be all up in that b#tch drawers, you in her chest [Dummy
She tellin’ me I’m blessed, I gave her dick and she obsеssed [Ooh
Bro, he got the firе, he be on go when we on set [Fah
We steady pulling flights, but we dream of private jets
I don’t owe a n#gg# sh#t, I just want deposits [Deposit
K3 on go, stomp a n#gg# in some Foamposites [Foamposite
I get that Hemi, C4 might just push the motor out [Ayy, skrrt
Jay be clutchin’, Zay be gook, he don’t know nobody [Ayy, nah, yeah, ayy
If you ain’t f#ckin’ with me, I’m gon’ match your energy [Match your energy
I f#ck with Remy, but right now I’m drinkin’ Hennessy [This that Henny
.223’s long, boy, them b#tches look like centipedes [Long, b#tch
I let her taste the dick and she claim she should’ve been with me [Ooh]
I got a buddy, he buy fifty at a time [Pop out
Strictly business, don’t hit my phone if you ain’t buyin’ [Nope
Buddy hittin’ a U, I bust a U, he wanted nine [Pff
Bruh nem had to tell me leave it ‘lone, don’t waste my time
‘Cause I’ll stretch a b#tch quick [Fah] and leave him flyin’ [Fah
I’m ridin’ with this .45, big bruh, he had a nine [Swear
Say you want to slide, but make excuses when it’s time [Yeah
We ridin’ with them sticks and some drugs, won’t tell no lies, b#tch
I’m tryna run inside his sh#t, clean him out, I’m talkin’ detox [Huh
That talkin’ for the birds, I swear to God, you n#gg#s peacock [I swear to God
You would think we was the Migos how we rap, but got the streets locked [Street, yeah
I’m smokin’ all this gas, it got me higher than a treetop [Ooh, ooh, ooh
Lil’ baby get to bouncin’ on this dick, I’m talkin’ seesaw [Bouncing on this dick
Lil’ brodie get to trippin’, rob a n#gg# for a G-Shock [Get to trippin’
My birdie wanted fifty, f#cked around and gave him three rocks [Gave him three rocks
Say she want some Gucci, I just bought that ho some Reeboks [Gave her Ree’s]
n#gg#s trippin’ ’round this b#tch, I ride with big fire
Yeah, ooh, ayy, bought that ho some Reeboks [Ree’s
n#gg#s trippin’ ’round this b#tch, I ride with big fire
Ooh, ayy, robbin’ for a G-Shock [G’s
I put that b#tch between your— eye
Ooh, ayy, we them n#gg#s from the T’s
Ayy, got your b#tch, she on her knees
This n#gg# Jimm got me in this b#tch trippin’, boy
In this b#tch chea with K3
I’m tellin’ ya, boy, this sh#t crazy, boy [Yeah
[Damn, cut that b#tch up, Milan
Yeah, f#ck n#gg#, yeah, SCY sh#t, b#tch
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Release Year: 2021