Текст песни
Buckle up bitch it's big Trippy
Fucking around with Ben and we coming to your city
Off the top rope five star frog splash
Ben Yen TrippyThaKid we make magic
I'm Bam Bam Bigelow mixed with a male gigolo
Bitches on my phone and that's something that y'all didn't know
Ben come back to Jersey hit the video
Trenton loves to have you hit the city bro
Smoking a blizzy with Trippy you taking a seat kid
Weed that we smoking is purple you starting to see shit
You can't see me bitch I'm John Cena
Coco John Cena bringing the whole team up
Feel like Timmy Turner I'm always making these wishes
When they coming true just know Trippy ain't doing dishes
I did hella work in the kitchen time for some vengeance
Rap game TrippyThaKid is a life sentence
A life sentence what a nice entrance
Ben Yen TrippyThaKid we pipe wenches
We outside like benches
I walk around like my dick's nine inches
Goddamn I got bread on me
Walk up in the bank and I'm leaving with a felony
Yeah lil' cheese lil' celery
Ben Yen most underrated of the century
La la la la, la la la la
Walk inside a Ruby Tuesday's and make the bands pop
You want beef boy you just hit the jackpot
Slam wham bing bing bing bow bam bop
Shaking and baking I'm Ricky Bobby in the flesh
You can't stop the takeoff I'm already on the jet
A green tooth got a craving for a check
And I can't hear you 'cuz you ain't saying nothing yet
I like stacks, money, and paper
She just wanna come 'cuz she in love with where I take her
I just need a couple I don't need to see you later
If you want some trouble I got gas like a hater
Gas on these vapors, I'm gapping all my haters
My verse worth a rack like a lawyer on retainer
She won't make it clap, I don't even wanna take her
She saying that I'm daft but I'm just doing her favors
I can't stop now 'cuz I'm already chasing paper
The stocks going down making money I'm a shaker
If she stop coming round then I think I have to thank her
Equip 'em with the leverage 'cuz I think that I'm a cranker
I don't think I'll ever save her
Yeah this cracker got flavor
Bread like a baker gettin head in a pacer
Runnin through the city like a caped crusader
With a bitch super bad think her dad's Bill Hader okay
You good I'm better bitch
Y'all stay sweatin i'm dry this effortless
Who are you? You ain't never been relevant
Whole schtick stale, my presence on peppermint
Real fresh, got that je ne sais quoi
You could wear my kicks, still aint steppin like moi
Y'all temperature tepid, I'm hot
Told ya girl get down open up and say "Ahhh"