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PERFORMING ARTISTS
TripSick
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TripSick
Songwriter
Dustin Ambrose
Composer
Julius Clairsaint
Composer
Brandon Tention
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rxkz
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, woah
You already know It's DTA bitch
(Racks)
Yeah, woah woah
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, woah woah
Step up in this bitch and these hoes know that I'm rich
Yeah I'm sippin on this wok, we dont really fuck with tris
All these hoes say that I changed, but bitch I never switched
And your bestfriend on my dick, yeah that hoe just want the tip
Yeah I'm slimey, I'm slimey, yeah these bitches tryna ride me
Yeah I'm coming from the bottom so I need my diamonds shinning
Bitch they blinding, they blinding (Bling bling)
Yeah these bitches tryna try me
Yeah I'm coming for the top, I'ma get rich or die trying
Yeah, yeah, Where the drank? Yeah po' it up
Bad bitch gimme top, yeah she going dumb (Sucky sucky)
Yeah I'm getting racks, lil bitch you broke as fuck
Tryna fuck the team, tell that hoe I said wassup
Talented, fly guy, chilling in a high rise
Haircut, fresh as fuck, my barber always clean me up
Ridding thru, windows down, if she shy I'll turn her out
Baby you can go down, baby you can go down
Triple double, doing numbers, fucked a mother, with a rubber
Damn I am a motherfucker, damn I am a motherfucker
Chasing hoes is worthless, I just want some more chips
Chasing hoes is worthless, I'm just tryna focus
No Mescudi, I'm up and away
She wanted some babies, I nut on her face
Smoking on za, you would've thought it was laced
Hoes be on games, I aint tryna play
Want me a crib, a house on the lake
Hand mama a mil, make sure that she straight
Cubic zirconia, these niggas be fake
TS the mob, we paving the way
Lil bitch said she tryna go eat
That bitch wanted prime, I took her to Pete's
Want me on a song, gotta pay for the feat
If I'ma diss then I ain't gonna sneak
I be on cool shit, but don't test me
Got homies with full clips and they stretching
Simping 'bout weak pussy, I ain't stressing
Niggas be sardines in them sections
Yeah, where the drank? Yeah po' it up
Bad bitch gimme top, yeah she going dumb
Yeah I'm getting racks, lil bitch you broke as fuck
Tryna fuck the team, tell that hoe I said wassup
Gotta watch my back, I can't ever trust nobody
Turn you right into a pack, if you think that I'ma dummy
Yeah she like it like that, when my dick all in her tummy
Watch me geek off on that addy, bitch I feel so fuckin grumpy
She ain't want me back then, so that bitch cant have me now
I get money by the minute, I be fuckin' up these crowds
Yeah she like to call me daddy and she know that daddy proud
But you know I dont care, bitch I tote a 50 cal
Writer(s): Burak Goekgoez, Dustin Ambrose, Julius Clairsaint, Brandon Tention
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