Ay, ay, yeah Ay, ay, let's get it
Growing up, I had no food to eat It was ramen noodles whipping in the pot like every week
I remember pulling up to school,
Rocking And 1s on my feet
Now I know a couple bitches who down to slurp my meat
Ay, it's your boy Tripp, but I ain't never tweakin' You'd think my homies smart
By the way that they be geekin'
Iced out wrist, make it snow every season
I ain't caught a body yet, but don't give me a reason
Yeah, see, these haters think they know me But they don't know shit, cause I'm workin
By my lonely Ten toe me, don't want that bitch, passher off to Brody
Baby said she love me, gotta show me
I been doing this since sixteen, that's no cap
When me Frozell and lil yac , had backpacks I ain't have any tattoos, just snapbacks
I'm the next rapper to blow up, and that's big facts
Ay, I'm the coldest in the fort, but I thought you rappers knew
The way I slide on any beat, just somethin' that I do
Catch me at the party, takin' shots with the crew
My gang full of mystery like Shaggy, Scooby-Doo
Ay, ay, see I'm too nice, I got these haters scratchin' their heads
Yeah, that's true lice, and I ain't afraid to die
Like I got two lives, keep the heater on me so you know I stay toasty
Always been a big dog, so don't lil' bro me
Buddy said I'm pussy, motherf*cker, gotta show me
I ain't gotta shoot, just pass a gun to Brody
I can never let a man come and try to hoe me
Ayo, stop, let me slow down
Comin' from the 260, yeah, that's my town
I'm here to take the throne back, buddy, that's my crown
And if a rapper want smoke, it can go down
Ay, ay, it can go down
If any rapper want smoke, it can go down
Ay, ay, it can go down
If any rapper want smoke, it can go down, bitch