Told em get off my dick
I just need some space
I got diamonds on my wrist but all this shi dont make me change
I had popped one perc, it made my stomach feel insane
I cant do this shi no more, straight exotics in my brain
Roll up the Runtz
Face it, and roll up anotha
I do not play bout my brothers, he trippin, he dying, put that on my Mother
I get these racks by myself, I aint signing a deal, niggas be undercover
Gon get the 488 and just slide on them people who said I was Nun
Yeah sliding through yo town I got my top down in yo city
Im just playing all my shit so all yo people really hear me
I jus sold a pound, I had my Glock all in my Dickies
Yea I walked away with 3 and I had sold that nigga midget (HA!)
People Really Tell me Im too Gifted To be silent
This shi Too Exotic, When im High Feel like im flying
I stay independent cause these industry be Lying
I cant make no song with you this shi a waste of time
Wrist two-toned
Clip too long, wipe yo nose
Leave me lone
Told that bih to roll my dope
Idk... i dont know what's going on
But I know, I cant let em kill my mode
And I dont like the way you trippin on me
How you say that you gon ride but steady switching on me
And im not like these other guys, these niggas different from me
And I got pressure on my mind and im gon give it homie
Aye, Idc what a lil nigga say
I been gone for too long, I said f*ck it, I gotta come back I got sum to say
I be too turnt up, im too gone like im M.I.A
Ballin hard on them folks like the NBA
And I dont like the way you trippin on me
How you say that you gon ride but steady switching on me
And im not like these other guys, these niggas different from me
And I got pressure on my mind and im gon give it homie
Kijan Boone - Trippin' on Me Lyrics
Kijan Boone - Trippin' on Me Lyrics
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Told em get off my dick
I just need some space
I got diamonds on my wrist but all this shi dont make me change
I had popped one perc, it made my stomach feel insane
I cant do this shi no more, straight exotics in my brain
Roll up the Runtz
Face it, and roll up anotha
I do not play bout my brothers, he trippin, he dying, put that on my Mother
I get these racks by myself, I aint signing a deal, niggas be undercover
Gon get the 488 and just slide on them people who said I was Nun
Yeah sliding through yo town I got my top down in yo city
Im just playing all my shit so all yo people really hear me
I jus sold a pound, I had my Glock all in my Dickies
Yea I walked away with 3 and I had sold that nigga midget (HA!)
People Really Tell me Im too Gifted To be silent
This shi Too Exotic, When im High Feel like im flying
I stay independent cause these industry be Lying
I cant make no song with you this shi a waste of time
Wrist two-toned
Clip too long, wipe yo nose
Leave me lone
Told that bih to roll my dope
Idk... i dont know what's going on
But I know, I cant let em kill my mode
And I dont like the way you trippin on me
How you say that you gon ride but steady switching on me
And im not like these other guys, these niggas different from me
And I got pressure on my mind and im gon give it homie
Aye, Idc what a lil nigga say
I been gone for too long, I said f*ck it, I gotta come back I got sum to say
I be too turnt up, im too gone like im M.I.A
Ballin hard on them folks like the NBA
And I dont like the way you trippin on me
How you say that you gon ride but steady switching on me
And im not like these other guys, these niggas different from me
And I got pressure on my mind and im gon give it homie
I just need some space
I got diamonds on my wrist but all this shi dont make me change
I had popped one perc, it made my stomach feel insane
I cant do this shi no more, straight exotics in my brain
Roll up the Runtz
Face it, and roll up anotha
I do not play bout my brothers, he trippin, he dying, put that on my Mother
I get these racks by myself, I aint signing a deal, niggas be undercover
Gon get the 488 and just slide on them people who said I was Nun
Yeah sliding through yo town I got my top down in yo city
Im just playing all my shit so all yo people really hear me
I jus sold a pound, I had my Glock all in my Dickies
Yea I walked away with 3 and I had sold that nigga midget (HA!)
People Really Tell me Im too Gifted To be silent
This shi Too Exotic, When im High Feel like im flying
I stay independent cause these industry be Lying
I cant make no song with you this shi a waste of time
Wrist two-toned
Clip too long, wipe yo nose
Leave me lone
Told that bih to roll my dope
Idk... i dont know what's going on
But I know, I cant let em kill my mode
And I dont like the way you trippin on me
How you say that you gon ride but steady switching on me
And im not like these other guys, these niggas different from me
And I got pressure on my mind and im gon give it homie
Aye, Idc what a lil nigga say
I been gone for too long, I said f*ck it, I gotta come back I got sum to say
I be too turnt up, im too gone like im M.I.A
Ballin hard on them folks like the NBA
And I dont like the way you trippin on me
How you say that you gon ride but steady switching on me
And im not like these other guys, these niggas different from me
And I got pressure on my mind and im gon give it homie
Writer: Kijan Boone
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