Dante Gabriel, Vonte Mays - Trippin' Lyrics

You would have thought gang don't know how to tie they shoes
The way that my niggas be trippin' (My niggas be)
Round up yo niggas, let's get it
We pull up with chops
We gon' see who shit really be hitting
I ain't in no competition, but shit if I was
Then you know that I'm destined to win it
Kor helped me run up digits, but other than that
I did all of this shit independent
I made a lane for you niggas
I'm really the best in AZ, boy you bet not forget it
Ain't proud of the way that I'm living
The shit that you doing lil nigga, I already did it
Been doing this shit for a minute
Sometimes I don't try, ain't gon' lie
I'm just honestly gifted
I hope he don't think about lickin'
He run up on me a his choppa' gon' leave his ass lifted

Niggas be talking bout this
Niggas be talking bout that
If the pussy nigga keep on talking
Then his ass gon get smacked
If I got my gun then he might get whacked
I'm the one that's gon put AZ on the map
Who else said that? His ass straight cap
These niggas trash, they ass can't rap
They here my shit, they like, "he snapped!"
He wanna work, send cash with that
Play with Big Vont, get plastic wrapped
Chop flip his shit like acrobat
Niggas know me, and where I be at
Choppa got range, hit from far, he ain't see that
Oh you got pack? where it's at?
Boy I need that
I serve me a junkie, I might make him relapse
Fuck it

You would have thought gang don't know how to tie they shoes
The way that my niggas be trippin' (My niggas be)
Round up yo niggas, let's get it
We pull up with chops
We gon' see who shit really be hitting
I ain't in no competition, but shit if I was
Then you know that I'm destined to win it
Kor helped me run up digits, but other than that
I did all of this shit independent
I made a lane for you niggas
I'm really the best in AZ, boy you bet not forget it
Ain't proud of the way that I'm living
The shit that you doing lil nigga, I already did it
Been doing this shit for a minute
Sometimes I don't try, ain't gon' lie
I'm just honestly gifted
I hope he don't think about lickin'
He run up on me a his choppa' gon' leave his ass lifted

Shoes untied, trippin'
We tote em'
We get em'
Straight from the dirt, put that work in the kitchen
Daughters get slaughtered, bitch ain't no forgiveness
Ain't gotta act tough, now I'm under your skin
You gotta like it
We still gon be hitting
Misfits on the mission
Bitch who are you kidding?
Hey
Aye
Heaven sent, raising hell with the demons
Please don't tempt, carry with no concealment
In AZ, toting that Desert Eagle
That kick is a bitch, yea I know you feel it
Big Vont and GX, who said we ain't lit?
Bet I got you trippin' and throwing a fit
Trust they don't get it
Off top this ain't written
Beat them just stay winning
Back on the mission
My soul on infinite
All black on my linens
Fuck opposition
Don't start it I'll end it

You would have thought gang don't know how to tie they shoes
The way that my niggas be trippin' (My niggas be)
Round up yo niggas, let's get it
We pull up with chops
We gon' see who shit really be hitting
I ain't in no competition, but shit if I was
Then you know that I'm destined to win it
Kor helped me run up digits, but other than that
I did all of this shit independent