Trip Lyrics – Pooh Shiesty

[Intro]
Tsk, shh, hello
What’s the motion, twin?
What’s up, girl?
I ain’t on nothing, I’m in the studio right now
Well, I’ma just call you from my other phone, I’m on the way to work
Alright, bet, hit me back
Bye
Uh

[Verse 1]
Uh, money call, I go and get it

What’s the motion, twin? S*it, I’m out here in your city
How the fu*k you want it? Play with me, we going to get it
Mm, mm-mm
Pop out riding, looking for n!ggas all day, you would think they ran away
I pulled the bin to the face, but couldn’t convince KD to stay
Before you leave that Choppa house, grab the Drac’ out the fireplace
Tryna duck and dodge the National Guards, them b!tches done burned up all I raised
Bumped down the backstreet by myself, them n!ggas was faking dead on the pavement
Talked to my brother the other day, he think I don’t realize I made it
“You ain’t a robber no more, you famous
Stopped killing, but still stay dangerous”
He ain’t telling a n!gga nothing wrong, same time he foreign to gangbanging
Might take his advice when these last four n!ggas get spray-painted
My headlights off, I’m watching the rearview mirror, I ain’t going for nathan, n!gga
Can’t get this far faking, n!gga, I done missed backends for staking
N!gga, don’t throw no gun out the car when I’m high-speed, sit back, be patient

[Chorus]
First, I chunk a prayer to God, I’m in too deep for real
S*it broke my heart, my baby CEO turn over my L’s
In Memphis, we drip hard, so choose a side ‘fore you get nipped
N!gga, I’m CMO to death
Choppa Gang, that’s to death, lil’ n!gga
We no longer say opps, lil’ b!tch, your ass a trip
Ayy, I really spun through Kansas Court and left blood on some Crips

Pulled a K out the EBG, they whole gang got killed
Say first I scream, “Fu*k the trips,” then you scream, “Fu*k the trips,” blrrrd
Chunk a prayer to God, I’m in too deep for real
S*it broke my heart, my baby CEO turn over my L’s
In Memphis, we drip hard, so choose a side ‘fore you get nipped
N!gga, I’m CMO to death
Choppa Gang, that’s to death, lil’ n!gga
We no longer say opps, lil’ b!tch, your ass a trip
Ayy, I really spun through Kansas Court and left blood on some Crips
Pulled a K out the EBG, they whole gang got killed
Say first I scream, “Fu*k the trips,” then you scream, “Fu*k the trips,” blrrrd

[Verse 2]
You ain’t no opp, your lil’ broke ass a trip b!tch, shut up ‘fore I trip
My lil’ setup bet you trip, these 7.62s trip your whip
Free Backdoor, he CMO and he 6-0, long live Nip
Brand-new Ferrari, I wrap my Richard Mille around the steering wheel
We come from not having power steering fluid riding in a Kia
In my city, getting money cool, but you get spunked up when you kill
I was on the same s*it in the pen’, never tote a floater, everything still, n!gga
Rocking Juice, Level 7, MACs, stand up and eat, n!gga, be for real, n!gga

[Outro]
In the chow hall with them bushes, n!gga, we dare a n!gga to push up and do what, n!gga?
And everything still like I said, n!gga, through my celly, wheel truck n!gga
These n!ggas don’t know how to move in this s*it, n!gga, I don’t gotta go to no chow hall to eat, eat, n!gga
Everything come to me, n!gga
I ain’t never missed or ran out of commissary my whole bid, n!gga
I eat OM trays and s*it, n!gga, officer meal, n!gga, I eat what the police eat, n!gga
Told you n!ggas when I said, man, I was motherfu*king JAŸ-Z in the feds, n!gga, I lied, n!gga, I meant to say Bumpy Johnson, n!gga
Can’t no foot soldiers tell no n!gga like me of my caliber for to stand up and do what?
Man, stop playing with me, n!gga
That’s an automatic lockdown, bag lunches and helicopter ride for everybody playing with a n!gga like me like that, n!gga
I’m the face of the car everywhere I go, n!gga, I done real-deal turned down slots and yards and s*it, n!gga, I don’t want that s*it, n!gga
I’m who I am on the streets, n!gga and that jail, n!gga
I done made a lot of these n!ggas comfortable in this s*it, n!gga, I done crawled my time so a lot of Memphis n!ggas could fly, n!gga
I stamp that, n!gga, I own real estate in this s*it, TV, cells and tables, n!gga, I done took s*it so you n!ggas can be comfortable, n!gga
You don’t play with no n!gga like me, like, n!gga, no, no made n!gga, n!gga, fu*k is wrong with you, n!gga?
Only fu*k with n!ggas who got slots or n!ggas of, of my caliber, n!gga
Go get your big homie, n!gga, let me talk to a n!gga over your car, n!gga
N!gga, I’m type n!gga make your own car blow you up, n!gga, ask about me, n!gga
Fu*k you talking ’bout, brewster-ass n!gga?
N!ggas ain’t tapped in for real, n!gga got no real-deal pen’ connection, n!gga, you n!ggas ain’t in that field for real that deep in this s*it, n!gga
Leave that s*it alone to the n!ggas that’s jailing, let these n!ggas do they time, cuh
Keep your n!ggas’ mouth off a lot of s*it, you n!ggas put y’all mouth on too much s*it, n!gga
Shut the fu*k up, if you been through that s*it for real, you know
You know if you would’ve seen something, you’d keep it quiet and keep it moving, n!gga, do the same on the streets
Brewster-ass n!ggas, man