Trippin Over Old Shit Intro

[Intro]
We still trippin' over old shit
Nigga, we still trippin' nigga
On my mama nigga, like (Yo [?] stir that shit up)
Aye, we them niggas those niggas mad like
We not regular, ya dig what I dig though
Y'na mean
Look

[Chorus]
Aye, we still trippin' over old shit
You steady trippin' but on my mama still ain't blow shit
Aye, I just made your savings off this [?]
My brother get him gone, lil nigga, hocus pocus
Aye, Drac' scared the fan like a AC
Devil on my shoulders but I never let him take me
Real nigga to the core, lil nigga, ain't no fakin' me
And I just fucked his bitch, prolly why that nigga hatin' me

[Verse]
Damn, ooh, I'm on that shit again
They just let my demon out, he finna trip again
Uh, diamonds on my lobеs, watch them glistenin'
And bitch stop talkin' when I'm off thе pills, I ain't listenin' (Tuh)
Stupid, aye, you ain't do shit
Free that nigga Nando, that lil nigga was ruthless
Get to fuckin' on his bitch, I get to singing like I'm Luche
And we trippin' in real life, y'all just trippin' in the music
Ooh baby, ass up, baby face down
Last nigga bounced out, got him chased down
I just got a glick and my brother got the trey pound
And we popped your homie up, what niggas got to say now?
Aye nigga, uh, I'm on the 8 nigga
Niggas get to clappin' like I'm standing on the stage nigga
Can't believe these niggas tellin', man I seen it on the page nigga
And my shit gon' get to blowin' like I'm trynna blow a cake nigga
Ooh