Trippin

Hey

Hey

Huh

Got yo bitch counting green

Matcha bitch

I can turn a six to a fucking ten

Speeding in that

We ain't stopping shit

Is that Santi?

No that can't be him

And them green charms hit

Invader Zim

I'm jumping out the gym

Above the rim

Don't tell what I am cause I know I'm him

Take a nigga flow

Take a nigga chick

Take a nigga bitch

I'm talking bout bad shit

Run up a bag one time

She wanna spend some time

Off of the Ave without the nav

You really done lost yo mind

I'm coming in hotter than vegetable oil the way that I pop

You wanna be me but you can't

Considered a flop

I spent five hours sampling

Perfecting a chop

Don't walk in the Rick store just to take some pictures nigga

I'm dying to break yo heart

If you got a nigga

My shows full of fine shit

Just like Bryson Tiller's

Nigga went legit, brick by brick but I ain't Bob The Builder

Jazz Star on the way

This bitch the next Thriller

Santi on my face

Telfy on my slippers