Big Trippin’

[Intro]
Yeah
Huh
Ayy, huh, ayy, huh (Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)

[Verse]
Bitch said, "This ain't what I'm used to"
Tool on me, I'll hit a nigga in his loose screw
I'm connected every fucking where like some Bluetooth
Huh, yeah, yeah
Only use my hands to grab the pistol if it's confrontation
Brodie out his shit, he specialize in turning opps to patients
Cut into the waitress like, "My bitch like her lobster Cajun"
Tron high as hell, all he do is roll up za and face it
Blicky poking out the skinny jeans, you see the pistol print
Wouldn't waste a bullet on this chump, got him pistol whipped
Wakе up and throw my tech on and I ain't quit my shift
If she point at it, I grab it off the shеlf 'cause my bitch the shit
Like, huh, I know you sick that you missed yo Lyft
Dirty-ass McQueens on, that walk around with no whip
I know you taste my dick a lil' bit when you kiss yo bitch
Surfing on the web with a punch knowing this gon' hit
Huh, I'm a swiper and a scammer
I think I'm from Ragnarok, how I'm riding with the hammer
If you catch me in the store, just know I'm sliding with them jammers
She something like Teanna Trump, how she slobbing it on camera
Ayy, you could probably jump in the ocean, you couldn't drip like me
Huh, even if you untie yo shoes, couldn't trip like me
Huh, you could have the fucking bubble guts, couldn't shit like me
Huh, yo bitch gon' choose 'cause she know you ain't shit like me
I check-out and do my giffy dance
Wouldn't even square up with a opp if I had fifty hands
Riding 'round with them racks out, think I'm the Titty Man
BabyTron really up some shit, you know Jimmy scam
Yeah, you know Jimmy scam, nigga
Bitch, ayy, huh, yeah
Yeah, I could up a fifty on a 'cause I really can
Riding 'round with that fucker out, quick to burn a nigga
Unc' running 'round with that, quick to serve a nigga
Bitch bougie like, nah, for real, quick to curve a nigga
Gang need new tires for the Chally, he keep swerving niggas
Yeah, goddamn, Reuel, you tripped on this one, I ain't gon' lie
Ayy, huh, bitch reaching for the MAG, might fuck around and blow her ass
Ayy, huh, really just fucked off the name, didn't even know her ass
Really at the strip for lamb chops but I'll throw some cash
Huh, they like, "Stan, you the GOAT", huh
You'll hesitate to spend a band, boy, you broke, huh
Boy, you really safer than a bitch like you don't stink
Bitch came with a lil' friend, I like 'em both, huh
Huh, but Dee the freaky one
If you talking 'bout a MAG, just know I keep me one
If you talking 'bout a bag, just know I be in one
But you ain't really talking 'bout shit, boy, you ain't seen a crumb
Tripping up at Neiman Marcus, pulling out the racks and shit
My bitch want Dior and Alexander, she don't ask for dick
What the fuck? There go the boys, bro, stash the blick