[Intro: Hindi Zahra & Oz Sparx]
Trippin' on, trippin' on
Trippin' on you, na-na-na
Trippin' on, trippin' on
(Oh, oh)
Trippin' on you
(Uncle Bari)

[Chorus: Oz Sparx]
N***as start shootin', we shootin' right back
Livin' that shit, I ain't new to the trap
Got my young n***as all movin' them packs
They be like, "Slime, how you do it like that?"
Up in the Crown, put the blues in the back
Losin' my mind in the stu' with the Act'
I'm on the grind, makin' moves with the racks
I got my 9, keep a tool in the back
Know I gotta keep a .44 on me
Young n***a gotta keep a pole on me
Already gotta keep a long nose on me
'Member all these bitches ain't notice me
Now I got these bitches all over me
And I got 'em drippin' all over me
Shawty say you n***as ain't cold as me
Prolly 'cause I got the bankroll on me
I'ma throw this money, come dance for me
She told me she understandin' me
Promise you'll never abandon me
Shawty come run up them bands with me
Shout out the gang, that's the family
And I got these YSL pants on me
Certified, now I got a stamp on me
Wanna get shot, put your hands on me

[Verse: Oz Sparx]
Told my mama one day, I'ma make it
I don't know why these n***as be hatin'
If I want it, you know I'ma take it
Off the drank, pour a four and I'm faded
By myself when I'm countin' this paper
I might pop a blue pill like The Matrix
I don't care how you feel, I'm the greatest
And don't tell me you real if you fakin'
And don't tell me you real, it's a lie
I can tell by the look in your eye
See the envy, they want me to die
Gotta keep a lil' Glick on the side
Pop a Perky, I think I can fly
I thank God every day I'm alive
I know Qua lookin' down from the sky
Ask about me, you know I'ma slide
And I'ma just catch him in traffic
You know we keep automatics
My n***as want all the static
You could get put in a casket
And I come from the jungle, jurassic
Clip thirty, you know we ain't lackin'
We juugin', finessin' and trappin'
And these n***as be foldin' like napkins
Trappin' all night in the same clothes
Benjamins all in my bankroll
Me and Jahlil, we the bang bros
I'ma slide on your block with the Draco
Put a hole in your top like a bagel
Yeah, we run up a lot of them pesos
Gon' stack up that money like Legos
Get that money, lil' n***a and lay low
[Chorus: Oz Sparx]
N***as start shootin', we shootin' right back
Livin' that shit, I ain't new to the trap
Got my young n***as all movin' them packs
They be like, "Slime, how you do it like that?"
Up in the Crown, put the blues in the back
Losin' my mind in the stu' with the Act'
I'm on the grind, makin' moves with the racks
I got my 9, keep a tool in the back
Know I gotta keep a .44 on me
Young n***a gotta keep a pole on me
Already gotta keep a long nose on me
'Member all these bitches ain't notice me
Now I got these bitches all over me
And I got 'em drippin' all over me
Shawty say you n***as ain't cold as me
Prolly 'cause I got the bankroll on me
I'ma throw this money, come dance for me
She told me she understandin' me
Promise you'll never abandon me
Shawty come run up them bands with me
Shout out the gang, that's the family
And I got these YSL pants on me
Certified, now I got a stamp on me
Wanna get shot, put your hands on me
[Outro: Hindi Zahra & Oz Sparx]
It can be, if you make me dance
How long it can be, if you make me dance
I don't care how you feel, I'm the greatest