Trip Out

[Intro]
Ayy, Liijah, you straight from ATL

[Chorus: Wee2Hard]
Run it up, stack it all, make sure it never falls
Pushing weight like LA Fitness, I damn near can buy two buildings
Same bitch you cherish, swallow me, she pull up, gargle me
Make sure that you always keep it real 'cause it's gon' cost you, nigga
If you ever think 'bout sliding through here, just bring your coffin with you
Circle small, I don't fuck with niggas, my pockets filled, nothin' but dead faces
I just text my freak ho like, "What's wrong?" Ain't had that head lately
They fucked up, got me pissed off, all these racks, no trust for trick off
I been ballin' before Tempo, I type "Wrote", them youngins trip out

[Verse 1: Wee2Hard]
You gon' die, you whip your Blick out
He done crossed five bitches, that's his fault
Duck your head when we come through, nine out of ten, we stoppin' shit
We leave shit slumped, then drive a C cars in, a AP can't decide
She suck the dick, look in my eyes, this lil' ho came on demon time
Thousand shots if they come for me, my choppa keep me company
No one else can't come for me, I broke her heart but I can't fix it
Yes, I'm lit, I must admit it, to that money, I'm addicted

[Chorus: Wee2Hard]
Run it up, stack it all, make sure it never falls
Pushing weight like LA Fitness, I damn near can buy two buildings
Same bitch you cherish, swallow me, she pull up, gargle me
Make sure that you always keep it real 'cause it's gon' cost you, nigga
If you ever think 'bout sliding through here, just bring your coffin with you
Circle small, I don't fuck with niggas, my pockets filled, nothin' but dead faces
I just text my freak ho like, "What's wrong?" Ain't had that head lately
They fucked up, got me pissed off, all these racks, no trust for trick off
I been ballin' before Tempo, I type "Wrote", them youngins trip out

[Verse 2: FN DaDealer]
Lil' bitch, I'm the dealer
I already got his soul before I got him
I'm ridin' V12 with them racks in the middle
Niggas twelve, they gon' tell when we blitz 'em
She broke, she think I'ma fix her (Fix her)
Stand over here, make sure you kill 'em (Kill 'em)
Get up close, make sure you don't miss 'em (Close, boom)
Send 'em home, dismiss 'em (Yeah)
Hop out the car, let that chalk
Twenty racks a get 'em gone
He must have thought he couldn't get caught, we hit that switch and let it off
Q and Tifa, set it off
I turned my killer to a boss
Bitch, don't speak on what you see or what you saw
You gon' make us cause a scene
To paint this bitch blood and raw (Yeah, let's do it)

[Chorus: Wee2Hard]
Run it up, stack it all, make sure it never falls
Pushing weight like LA Fitness, I damn near can buy two buildings
Same bitch you cherish, swallow me, she pull up, gargle me
Make sure that you always keep it real 'cause it's gon' cost you, nigga
If you ever think 'bout sliding through here, just bring your coffin with you
Circle small, I don't fuck with niggas, my pockets filled, nothin' but dead faces
I just text my freak ho like, "What's wrong?" Ain't had that head lately
They fucked up, got me pissed off, all these racks, no trust for trick off
I been ballin' before Tempo, I type "Wrote", them youngins trip out