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Trippin'

Wildin' on television

You could

Still see a nigga tell the vision

Pimpin'

Boy, these boys, pimpin'

Different, yeah

These boys, boys

Pop was here last week

He was talkin' about Brooklyn

And the place Brooklyn was at

How they were really like

Thriving right now

Or he was, you know

He was tryna, pull people up with him

And he wasn't even to

Where he was 'bout to be

He just was trying to

He was trying to get there

I mean, he was on his

He was well on his way

It's just tragic

Twenty years old, rest in peace

God bless Pop Smoke

Look, nigga, we made it

Nigga, we made it, we made it

Nigga, we made it

Thank God that I made it

Nigga, we made it, we made it

Look, mama, I made it

Look, I remember the days

Same fit for a week straight

I used to eat fifty-cent cake

Now, it's Philippe's

It's Philippe's for the steak

And hella thots up in the Wraith

I can't wife that thot

Tell that bitch

Get out of my face

We killed your big brother

We killed your little brother

Now, it's Philippe's

It's Philippe's for the steak

And hella thots up in the Wraith

Said I hop in a Lamb' and skrrt off

I spent fifty up in Bergdorf

I got shit you never heard of

Buy it, I don't care

What it cost, no

And I always keep

A pole, rain, snow

I did a hunnid on a probe

If you droppin' a Woo

We come where you live

Glock nine, infrared

Pull up, and empty the clip, woo

Dread had the strap all summer

In the Floss movin' reckless

Please do not play wit' me

Nigga, I keep a K wit' me

Look, nigga, we made it

Nigga, we made it, we made it

Nigga, we made it

Thank God that I made it

Nigga, we made it, we made it

Look, mama, I made it

Nigga, we made it

We come from the trenches, nigga

Trap, trap

Same fit for a week straight

You know what I'm sayin'

Fifty-cent cake, now

We eatin' Philippe's steak

Look, Tyler got the album

Of the year, for now

But Pop about to drop

I see the platinum in the clouds

Now Push about to drop

So real trappers stick around

The crown is only for the king

They tryna place it on a clown

I declare war, nickname: He sell raw

Different city, same ghetto

Bring the Woos on tour

Push start, drop top, eight-twelve, two-door

Baby Rover, Benz, Coupe, bitch

You gotta choose yours

How can I not

Woo, how can I not

When a brick is thirty-six, bitch

How could I stop

These Richard Milles are one-of-one

Shit, how could I watch

We made it, we made it

Whether you like it or not

Look, nigga, we made it

Nigga, we made it, we made it

Nigga, we made it

Thank God that I made it

Nigga, we made it, we made it

Look, mama, I made it