Yung Tripp
INTRO
[intro]

Yeah, Huh, Intro bitch
Whoo Bitch

[Verse]

Man you not from the streets if you not from the Ghetto
Police over there in the corner don’t say Hello
Yeah We moving like the Mafia moving like I’m John Doe
If you snitch on the clique we gon throw you in a pot hole

Aye yeah we bout that shit
Na you ain’t bout that shit
Yeah we run up with the full clip and we let it rip
Riding with 10 shawtys man you know I’m a pimp

Yeah 777 been bout that shit since I was 11
Yeah I got that angel number yeah I’m going to heaven
If you hate on me then you is a peasant
Man I don’t want to be controlled fuck religion
They don’t want to love me cause of my skin pigment

But they gon love me soon cause I’m fly like a pigeon
Hating ass motherfucker crackhead itching

Gave my all to you man this don’t make sense
Told me one day that were better off friends
Then I got over you then I put you past tense
Then you wanted me again what the fuck this don’t make sense

Saw a shawty at the club and she want a dub
Shawty got a fat ass knew I had to touch
When we get you your place man this thing you gon rub
Little did she know that I was a thug

Yeah we gon put this Glock in his face
Skirt off in a Benz coo chase
White girl starbucks latte
I don’t even know you, you not my bae

If you touching on my shawty I don’t play
Yeah choppa loaded shoot you in the face
Yeah mama told me no face no case
Mafia shit broad day

Nah I don’t gotta act hard they know I’m hard
Stay at the bottom you know im a shark
You only a minnow don’t play with the sharks
Don’t play with me that is not smart
Don’t get mad at me cause you can’t chart

Bitch, Huh, yeah, yeah, whoo