Letras
Ay, who trippin', nigga? Nobody
Nigga, nobody
Nigga, free Lil 7, nigga
On a set, you niggas can get it in yo' time like 7-11
24-7, 8 gang nigga
You niggas is booboo, weird ass niggas
I just got a question to ask before I go, little ho
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Free Lil 7, he just beat a homi'
That Inglewood shit, lil' bitch, we ain't Holly
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Free Lil 7, he just beat a homi'
That Inglewood shit, lil' bitch, we ain't Holly
Niggas talkin' tough, on a set, they can get it (whoo)
Smack on your hood, say the enemies did it (like)
Nigga ain't no picnics, this .40 leave you sittin'
I'm slidin' down that block if they hangin' they gon' get it
Put the foreign in sport, hop out, give him the business (get outta here)
Pulled up to the scene, leave a nigga ceiling missing (bang)
I'm different, yeah, I'm different (Inglewood)
Why the fuck you in the whip if you ain't with the shits then? (Throwin' what?)
Nigga, I'm from Westside, IFG Grimy 9-4 Street, Arbor Village
Blood fuck a nigga, mean on B's
And I ain't changin' shit
Say a fade I turned down, you can't name it, nigga on a gang (c'mon now)
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Free Lil 7, he just beat a homi'
That Inglewood shit, lil' bitch, we ain't Holly
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Free Lil 7, he just beat a homi'
That Inglewood shit, lil' bitch, we ain't Holly
This that F-gang member shit, second of September shit
Niggas ain't killas, they ain't even did attempted hits
Thuggin' on my lonely 'cause these niggas turn to witnesses
Big fat 40, knock a nigga off the premises
Slide up, then hop out, shoot, see the Seagulf
Big guns, a nigga try to run, knock his back off (blah)
Ask him where he from, he don't bang, take that hat off (showbiz)
Hollows hit his chest, leave him sleepin' on the asphalt
Strollin' through your backstreets, with pistols in the backseat (ay)
If you wanna live, nigga, better be an athlete (you got a whole ass, nigga)
Choppa lift him up, leave him slumped in the alley (ay)
CMT boy front, linin' up a rally
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Free Lil 7, he just beat a homi'
That Inglewood shit, lil' bitch, we ain't Holly
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Free Lil 7, he just beat a homi'
That Inglewood shit, lil' bitch, we ain't Holly
Niggas turn pussy when I run up in they face (face)
Spray that whole scene, leave you stretched with that tape (brrah)
Bluefacegurber, I don't fuck with no fakes
On the third gettin' active, all gas, no brakes (no)
Bitch, I'm immaculate, so I ain't having it (nah)
Talking all that shit, let me see if you backin' it
Bitch chose up, I need fees or she packing shit
Fuck all that tough talk on Crip gang, I'm slappin' shit (bang)
Tank on my hip, 30 shots, it don't miss
Split his shit, let him drip, then get back in the whip
On the set (set), I'll leave a sissy nigga wet
Name a nigga, I don't like that I ain't get checked on Crip
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Free Lil 7, he just beat a homi'
That Inglewood shit, lil' bitch, we ain't Holly
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Who trippin'? Nobody
Free Lil 7, he just be the homi'
That Inglewood shit, lil' bitch, we ain't Holly