Trippy

[Hook 2x: Juicy J]
Fuck a P.O
Fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O
Fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O
Fuck a piss test
Been gettin' trippy since I was born and I ain't dead yet

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
My main partner on life parole
He don't give a fuck, every night we roll
Big blunts, big guns, so that first mother fucker that like to go
No curfew, fuck 9 o' clock, you can't see the time on this shiny watch
Matters fact it's time to rock and it looks like my time is stuck
Cause it's so frozen, I'm so cold
Slow it down, I'm so throwed
Oh oh those P.O's be poppin' up any time of day
Violate, that's 90 days
Violate, this nine will spray
Either one is not a good look
Matters fact, get a good look
I'm getting money, fuck a piss test
Left the club and I piss Moët
You should keep your bitch in check, before I drop my top while she (?)
I'm in Detroit with that lion
Pack the heat more like a Lion
You would say that I'm lying
Pack them guns everywhere we flying

[Hook 2x: Juicy J]
Fuck a P.O
Fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O
Fuck a piss test
Fuck a P.O
Fuck a piss test
Been gettin' trippy since I was born and I ain't dead yet

[Verse 2: Meechy Darko]
Weed, shrooms, LSD
Even got that Keenan Ivory
E pills for the feel
Sleeping pills for nighty nighty
Her vagina tighty
I lick all over, flip off all over, then I climb insidey
Shit I'm smoking be so potent I'm floating out my body
Wash her, kiss her, lick her, then lick her
This liquor, I'm slizzard my nigga
My life is like basketball
Run, shoot, and stealing
This bitch I'm with (?) she should come equipped with heels
Trippy is as trippy does
Acid drops up in my cup
(?)
It's the gold fang wearing zombie
Sour diesel blowing
Leopard flag hanging out my pocket while I'm flowing

[Verse 3: Juice]
Zombies juicy, a-trizze, we trippy fuck a piss test,
What you know about that, hash oil potent oil,
Mix it up got my brain all stuck, I'm trippy though if you ain't know,
When I'm on LSD, all the tongues, speaking tongues got her freaking out,
So what you know about this, candy flipping we be the shit,
500 degrees in here, stay burning up weed, fuck them C's,
Thats no release, we hot timen, you little leaves smoking bush weed,
No comparing nothing the same, nothing compared to the blood in my veins,
All the shit I get tamed, smoking that dank, mary be mine, look at the time,
If you don't (?) , eyes on the prize after the skye,
Fuck my p.o and your p.o, smoke it like its legal,
Zombie give my brain, suck me join that trippy train!

[Verse 4: El-P]
One thing about El Product
These fucks gotta put into their brain is
Pain by the pound been the model for millennia
Fucko, never been sane or benevolent, no
Get the hole in your face plate stucco’d
Rode in to the frame on an elephant, scoundrel
Talking that road house throat grip spin in to a pirouette
Dope sick gunner with a numb heart pounding
Spit a mint leaf dosage, dosed in the most utmost potent
Oh shit, walk to the most hounding sounding
Little fish in an ocean of piss
Get twisted and tangled and mangled on principal
Your whole squadron’ll kitty cat scream when I alf ‘em, down ‘em, eat ‘em up, ralph ‘em
How come outcomes, even in the best bets placed are debased
When a veteran BK bent to the bone chip start to get a notion to smoke shit, focus
Motherfuck a P.O., C.O, C.E.O and any other minion of the long armed evil
With a habit of a tight grip chokin’, hoping the masses are broken
Shits about to get real trippy, lets go kids
(via RAP Genius)





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