Tripping - 42 Dugg & EST Gee

I'm tripping on the past I'm tripping on some other shit I'm tripping on the fact that I will not remember this I'm tripping by myself in my thoughts I just reminisce Feeling like a king, like I just won a championship I'm tripping on the past I'm tripping on some other shit I'm tripping on the fact that I will not remember this I'm tripping by myself in my thoughts I just reminisce Feeling like a king, like I just won a championship Stress is a break that 'gon sit on my shoulder Been through it all man I'm just getting colder Aidan you music too nasty and vulgar Smoke on the gas, could you pass me a soda Bass all around going tat like a cobra Blasting explosions, the flashes all over Fuck, it's looking like you did me the quota I'm going fast, yeah these lames going slower My ex been callin' like 'damn i need closure' I can't reverse man I just moving forward Stackin' my cash man get ice like the polar Maybe get lucky and talkin' bought clovers I'm working hard, got no time for posers Getting real anxious my way up the coaster Getting the trophy, my haters get low Walk away humble and laugh like the joker Earn my exposure, I'm getting closer Closer to the top, but there's no destination There's no going down, only elevation Smokin' on the moon, feelin' the vibrations When I say the top, I mean higher than you I can do mumble but I can spit too Prophecy, probably stuck in a cube And Imma go show this world what I can do I'm tripping on the past I'm tripping on some other shit I'm tripping on the fact that I will not remember this I'm tripping by myself in my thoughts I just reminisce Feeling like a king, like I just won a championship I'm tripping on the past I'm tripping on some other shit I'm tripping on the fact that I will not remember this I'm tripping by myself in my thoughts I just reminisce Feeling like a king, like I just won a championship I'm tripping on the past I'm tripping on some other shit I'm tripping on the fact that I will not remember this

I told you, no stalling I know that I'm tripping Still on a mission Coming right back, and I get it Trust me, you know that I'm wicked Big wid the splash and I mmhm Yeah, I ain't gonna play with your heart If a bad thing has to end let it end But trust me, man let's skip to good part Different with love Hit you with something that's more Suttin in all the Show you the stars Show you the stars Show you the Give you the world Show you suttin real Fuck how they feel Show 'em what's up Tell 'em what's real To the whole world if your listening I got one love for a certain someone And that's all I got to give Had one girl Imma walk that Aisle with Had one girl who gave me trials of hit or miss Had one girl who gave me piles of her shit But if you pick the kid Then I might stick to this Cause we get lit on this side Right hand up Left foot raise up Then step with a slide And sip with your right Cause we turn up tonight Just open your eyes I like that type Fuck around and get me right Keep it private Outta sight That's how you stay on mind All day Damn I ain't got shit else to say But okay When you slide To the crib Any day That's when I feel a way About you You got me slippin And I can't refuse I see a future And I'm bidding on you But right now I'm in my darkest hour Way down in the depths below Losing power Forget I said anything and let this go I say no stalling There's no engine That will let me show How much I would try Just to let you know I love you tho I'm fading out I saw the light It's dimmed right down As you walked away I felt my shadows surround me Different parts of me But all the versions that doubt me Remember how you always gave my soul a squeeze Well this one didn't make my heart cry, it made my soul bleed I try patch up the holes But there's more leaks I hope my memories suffice We done each other wrong But I'd still do you right Just open your eyes Just open your eyes Had one girl Imma walk that Aisle with Had one girl who gave me trials of hit or miss Had one girl who gave me piles of her shit But if you pick the kid Then I might stick to this Cause we get lit on this side Right hand up Left foot raise up Then step with a slide And sip with your right Cause we turn up tonight I hope my memories suffice I hope my memories suffice

Fuck nigga, yeah I get trippin', get to blastin' in this bitch (what?) I get trippin', get to wackin' in this bitch (what?) Yeah, snotty, yeah, yeah (snotty) I get trippin', get to blastin' in this bitch (what?) I get trippin', get to wackin' in this bitch (what? Snotty) 308 gon' come through they vest (what?) Homixide Gang, we shoot them in the neck All Felons, puttin' mud in them bags We step anywhere, put the lil' boy to rest (step) Step, step, step, step Homixide put them on a shell, yeah 30 round drum, no bails, yeah Young nigga ready to step, yeah (Homixide) Come there slice shit, gang, we ready (shit) Can't put them on T-shirts, know they closin' the case You know how that go, yeah, we put 'em in paper (Homixide, Homixide) I pick up the metal, we swervin' through traffic We been at the trap, yeah, we makin' shit happen', yeah We smokin' on Henxhman, shit is a habit Five gang, five gang, baby, we fried Nigga, Homixide ready to rock out (shit) Swervin' through traffic, give a fuck about a highspeed Man, gang ready to flash out (shit) Didn't give no fuck about no cop Know that we ready to rock out (bitch) I get trippin', get to blastin' in this bitch (what?) I get trippin', get to wackin' in this bitch (what?) Yeah, snotty, yeah, yeah (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) I get trippin', get to blastin' in this bitch (what?) I get trippin', get to wackin' in this bitch (what? Snotty) 308 gon' come through they vest (what?) Homixide Gang, we shoot them in the neck (Homixide) All Felons, puttin' mud in them bags We step anywhere, put the lil' boy to rest (step) Step, step, step, step Homixide put them on a shell, yeah (Homixide, Homixide) 30 round drum, no bail, yeah Young nigga ready to step, yeah (Homixide)

I'm really nine and O, youngin', catch my drift? I just wanna start so bad, they'll prolly stretch my bitch I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now I'm like, "Please, she obsessed" Run off with a quarter, get stretched (Bah) I bought lawyers for all of my niggas Even though I'm rich, ain't payin' no tip (At all), Chase that bag, I'ma chase that check (Yeah) Yeah, my last boy whacked that witnеss Still drop fives, I'ma stand on that Autographs, put a hunnid grams on that Duggy in the 'burbs, my fans O-D Prolly on Dre if it ain't on mе Young nigga got heart, shit can't be taught So I run with them young niggas y'all can't teach Dugg, shoot, fuck school Still get forty-six for my Blues '21 years, nigga, when I zoom '21 Track', nigga, when I skirt Still servin' crack, nigga, not Percs Fifteen racks, youngin' on go Prolly made fifty thousand off weed Ain't jokin' 'round, sellin' like dope 'Fore I pour out, big favor line don't slow down She love Chanel with her toes out Fuck wastin' time, what we on now? I'm like, "Please, please" Might get forty-eight for these jeans Keepin' contacts with the fiends (C'mere) Sprite been goin' up like lean I miss Woo, nigga, I miss Rece I miss Neff, nigga, I miss Skee Bullets killed Lou, damn near killed me I can't even go and talk to his son Life been hard, ain't been no fun Caught two cases, still blow my gun Hunnid M race, after that I quit Coco Chanel all on my bitch Quarter million easy, nigga, ask about me If I ain't had weed, then I had the mouse Check that, dawg, yeah I'm like, "Please, please" Richard, Rollies, Patek Phillipes Still with us, still got shit down Club, brought the chain, fuck around and get fired, Main bitch a ten still If I don't wanna fuck her, my mans will Lotta undercovers in the hood now Free dem boys, I'm good now

Fuck with me (free them) Fuck with me (what they call you?) Fuck with me Call me mister rose gold (who the hell is Carlos?) Everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Ask around, I'm six and O, pass that lot, I'm gettin' stopped I ring my bitch, freaky textin', wanna fuck me They cannot bring my bitch Say that pussy where she love me, watch her sing my shit How the fuck you niggas judgin'? I was just locked up 40 ones, all flooded, bezel been rocked up These young niggas come from nothin', why you won't stop us Dawg, weed, lean and pills, this a one-stop truck Doggy losin' interest, bitch, yeah, once I fuck All the real hoes tucked, damn near can't be touched Somebody bound to make you crazy Why it can't be us? Why it can't be me? I'm in that new GT, cream, dark blue seats I cashed out on that bitch Meek just hit me for a verse, I passed out on that bitch Dre got two APs, a Richard and a house on her neck I don't care 'bout who he killed, stop acknowledgin' rats, bitch Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on (yeah, yeah) I still sell them bricks for low (yeah) I fuck with that piccolo (yeah, yeah, yeah) 2020, niggas know who killed the most Tell lil' bro they scared We somewhere close, so don't make Insta posts Drug traffickin', don't come 'round askin', come get instant quotes Doggy know I don't focus on rap and I'm still sellin' dope I got it out, not tucked, in my chopper I trust It wasn't easy takin' over but I had to drop my nuts I know it's some crucial bloody brothers who hate my guts We be whackin' shit for real, they be beefin' for PR stunts So if it's up, then it's stuck Rappers cappin', got they in their trunks It's on my lap and I don't clutch So if I up, nigga, duck Hit at least one every month, maybe two if they get both Like I connect with them strippers, I got plugs, call me plug Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an 80, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo Maybach truck, could get the Ghost, fuck that, Gotti, get 'em both I fuck with that coke so much I signed to my nigga (CMG) Keep that shit in Memphis (why?) 'Cause I be dyin' with my nigga If they send it, I got it, not the Richie, the Patek All my bitches be laughin', why? Shit used to be funny Them ten thousand stacks, nigga? Them used to be hunnies And them bitches y'all walkin' with? Them used to be runners Call me mister rose gold, everything froze (yeah, everything) Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours All my niggas know I used to sell dope (word) Come and get you some (yeah) Gettin' off for an eighty, come and get you ones Ayy, I don't wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you on? Ask that hoe who dick she on I still sell them bricks for low, I fuck with that piccolo

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)