BossMan Dlow - Trippin lyrics
BossMan Dlow [Devante McCreary] Tallahassee/Port Salerno, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[BossMan Dlow - Trippin lyrics]
Nigga yeah, yeah
(King Nathan with another one)
Uh, I got racks stuffed all in my jeans, now
(My jeans now)
I got big plays, I can run a mean route
(A mean route)
I ain't never been no lame-ass nigga
I'ma pop it i'ma run routes and catch the
Ball like DeAndre Hopkins (Brr)
Re'd up with the plug, got it all off today
Got my wrist all in the bowl
Like I'm eatin' Frosted Flakes
I ain't have to go to McDonald's
I'm ridin' with a ten-piece chicken
He say money ain't everything
I say that nigga there trippin'
Nigga, my hood full of dope cookers (Nigga)
Blue face Carti'
(Nigga) full of nose boogеrs (Bling)
Gucci down head to toe, goggles just to match
(Nigga) i bе pullin' up in a
What kind of f**kin' car is that?
(F**k is that?)
'Member I ain't have no money
And them niggas laughed at me (Haha)
Now I stay with dog shit like I'm Craig Daddy
(Nigga) only way I'll lay down, nigga, yeah
Only way I'll lay down, nigga
Is if the feds catch me
I'll beat the f**kin' bowl until it
Lock the way I need
I'll beat the f**kin' road 'til I
Put that bitch to sleep (Zoom)
This is murk city
I'm throwin' up but I got brothers that's Z
And I'm screamin' free my niggas 'til
They let my nigga free
Uh, I got racks stuffed all in my jeans, now
(My jeans now)
I got big plays, I can run a mean route
(A mean route)
I ain't never been no lame-ass nigga
I'ma pop it i'ma run routes and catch the
Ball like DeAndre Hopkins (Brr)
Re'd up with the plug, got it all off today
Got my wrist all in the bowl
Like I'm eatin' Frosted Flakes
I ain't have to go to McDonald's
I'm ridin' with a ten-piece chicken
He say money ain't everything
I say that nigga there trippin'
Nigga, my hood full of dope cookers
Blue face Carti full of nose boogers
(King Nathan with another one)
Uh, I got racks stuffed all in my jeans, now
(My jeans now)
I got big plays, I can run a mean route
(A mean route)
I ain't never been no lame-ass nigga
I'ma pop it i'ma run routes and catch the
Ball like DeAndre Hopkins (Brr)
Re'd up with the plug, got it all off today
Got my wrist all in the bowl
Like I'm eatin' Frosted Flakes
I ain't have to go to McDonald's
I'm ridin' with a ten-piece chicken
He say money ain't everything
I say that nigga there trippin'
Nigga, my hood full of dope cookers (Nigga)
Blue face Carti'
(Nigga) full of nose boogеrs (Bling)
Gucci down head to toe, goggles just to match
(Nigga) i bе pullin' up in a
What kind of f**kin' car is that?
(F**k is that?)
'Member I ain't have no money
And them niggas laughed at me (Haha)
Now I stay with dog shit like I'm Craig Daddy
(Nigga) only way I'll lay down, nigga, yeah
Only way I'll lay down, nigga
Is if the feds catch me
I'll beat the f**kin' bowl until it
Lock the way I need
I'll beat the f**kin' road 'til I
Put that bitch to sleep (Zoom)
This is murk city
I'm throwin' up but I got brothers that's Z
And I'm screamin' free my niggas 'til
They let my nigga free
Uh, I got racks stuffed all in my jeans, now
(My jeans now)
I got big plays, I can run a mean route
(A mean route)
I ain't never been no lame-ass nigga
I'ma pop it i'ma run routes and catch the
Ball like DeAndre Hopkins (Brr)
Re'd up with the plug, got it all off today
Got my wrist all in the bowl
Like I'm eatin' Frosted Flakes
I ain't have to go to McDonald's
I'm ridin' with a ten-piece chicken
He say money ain't everything
I say that nigga there trippin'
Nigga, my hood full of dope cookers
Blue face Carti full of nose boogers
