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Lil Keed - Trippin Lyrics
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Yeah
(You good, T-Minus?)
These niggas be trippin', man

I'm trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em, whoa-whoa), I'm trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em)
I'm trickin' on 'em (yeah-yeah), I get to trippin' on 'em (yeah-yeah)
I get to trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em), I get to trippin' on 'em (yeah-yeah)
I get to trippin' on 'em (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, woo-hoo)

Green bandanna, green bandanna
I gotta elephant ring, Alabama
Humps on these pockets, just like a camel
My partner play with the Pyrex bowl like he Tampa

Talkin' gangsta, I get you held, nigga, for ransom
My lil' shooters that be trippin', they got tempers
And we been f*ckin' these hoes out the Temp'
Partyin' with the Migos, I ain't talkin' Skippa Da Flippa
Beverly Hills shoppin', I been ridin' 'round with some locs (whoa-whoa)
Beverly Hills, hidin' thotties, models give me throat (whoa, whoa-whoa)
Beverly Hills, drivin' the Bentayga off the road (let's go)
Yeah, we slimy, he slid, wipe his itchy nose (Keed talk to 'em)
Yeah the gat, blatt, bullets flyin' like a crow (yeah, yeha, yeah)
Don't play with the gang, we pullin' your card, you gettin' exposed (slatt, slatt, slatt)
Yeah, I love when she walk 'round the motherf*ckin' crib with pink toes (let's go)
I went Avianne diamonds, no cap, and it froze (woo, woo)

I'm trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em, whoa-whoa), I'm trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em)
I'm trickin' on 'em (yeah-yeah), I get to trippin' on 'em (yeah-yeah)
I get to trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em), I get to trippin' on 'em (yeah-yeah)
I get to trippin' on 'em (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, woo-hoo)

Green bandanna, green bandanna
I gotta elephant ring, Alabama
Humps on these pockets, just like a camel (woo-hoo)
My partner play with the Pyrex bowl like he Tampa

Check my bank account, got zeros after zeros
Yeah, my bitch get crazy, but she nasty, she a freak ho
Yeah, my game Deebo and y'all run like Tim Tebow
Paparazzi on me, I can never ever date you
Yeah, I'm livin' the lifestyle that you dreamed of
Ho, they tellin' your business, pass the tea cups, yeah
I woke up out my sleep, I was gettin' sucked up, yeah
I ain't talkin' 'bout Chiraq, but she ain't gon' tweak on us

I'm trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em), I'm trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em)
I'm trickin' on 'em, I get to trippin' on 'em
I get to trippin' on 'em, I get to trippin' on 'em
I get to trippin' on 'em (whoa-whoa)

Green bandanna (yeah-yeah), green bandanna (yeah-yeah)
I gotta elephant ring, Alabama (woo-hoo)
Humps on these pockets, just like a camel
My partner play with the Pyrex bowl like he Tampa
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Yeah
(You good, T-Minus?)
These niggas be trippin', man

I'm trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em, whoa-whoa), I'm trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em)
I'm trickin' on 'em (yeah-yeah), I get to trippin' on 'em (yeah-yeah)
I get to trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em), I get to trippin' on 'em (yeah-yeah)
I get to trippin' on 'em (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, woo-hoo)

Green bandanna, green bandanna
I gotta elephant ring, Alabama
Humps on these pockets, just like a camel
My partner play with the Pyrex bowl like he Tampa

Talkin' gangsta, I get you held, nigga, for ransom
My lil' shooters that be trippin', they got tempers
And we been f*ckin' these hoes out the Temp'
Partyin' with the Migos, I ain't talkin' Skippa Da Flippa
Beverly Hills shoppin', I been ridin' 'round with some locs (whoa-whoa)
Beverly Hills, hidin' thotties, models give me throat (whoa, whoa-whoa)
Beverly Hills, drivin' the Bentayga off the road (let's go)
Yeah, we slimy, he slid, wipe his itchy nose (Keed talk to 'em)
Yeah the gat, blatt, bullets flyin' like a crow (yeah, yeha, yeah)
Don't play with the gang, we pullin' your card, you gettin' exposed (slatt, slatt, slatt)
Yeah, I love when she walk 'round the motherf*ckin' crib with pink toes (let's go)
I went Avianne diamonds, no cap, and it froze (woo, woo)

I'm trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em, whoa-whoa), I'm trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em)
I'm trickin' on 'em (yeah-yeah), I get to trippin' on 'em (yeah-yeah)
I get to trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em), I get to trippin' on 'em (yeah-yeah)
I get to trippin' on 'em (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, woo-hoo)

Green bandanna, green bandanna
I gotta elephant ring, Alabama
Humps on these pockets, just like a camel (woo-hoo)
My partner play with the Pyrex bowl like he Tampa

Check my bank account, got zeros after zeros
Yeah, my bitch get crazy, but she nasty, she a freak ho
Yeah, my game Deebo and y'all run like Tim Tebow
Paparazzi on me, I can never ever date you
Yeah, I'm livin' the lifestyle that you dreamed of
Ho, they tellin' your business, pass the tea cups, yeah
I woke up out my sleep, I was gettin' sucked up, yeah
I ain't talkin' 'bout Chiraq, but she ain't gon' tweak on us

I'm trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em), I'm trippin' on 'em (trippin' on 'em)
I'm trickin' on 'em, I get to trippin' on 'em
I get to trippin' on 'em, I get to trippin' on 'em
I get to trippin' on 'em (whoa-whoa)

Green bandanna (yeah-yeah), green bandanna (yeah-yeah)
I gotta elephant ring, Alabama (woo-hoo)
Humps on these pockets, just like a camel
My partner play with the Pyrex bowl like he Tampa
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Writer: Raqhid Jevon Render, Tyler Matthew Carl Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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