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TOTHEFISHHOOK
Jupiter$ Tyrade; TrippyThaKid
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Aye yeah
Never say I can't might hit it from the back
Gon' tap Gon' smash
Till her back break yuh
Pop a pill with my champagne
Have a heart attack
Whiplash grip straps in a black brain yuh
(And the hood gone crazy aye yo)
(Either I put everything on the line now)
(Or I die)
Aye yeah
Never say I can't might hit it from the back
Gon' tap Gon' smash
Till her back break yuh
Pop a pill with my champagne
Have a heart attack
Whiplash grip straps in a black brain yuh
And I like it how she get back
I love it when we live low
Had to make money
So I put it in a Ziploc
Wanna fuck with me lil' boy
You can get popped
Pure cocaine in the back
Lemme kick rocks
Kurt Cobain by the way
That my bitch rocks
Know my name by the day that I get popped
Learn your place in the grave
With your wrist cut
Turn my blade rearrange in her bitch's guts
Snort cocaine
Snortin' out a line
All the way
To the fish run
I was lying awake
She lied to my face
I decided yo fate
Imma fly into space
On the side of the game
And I find that my mind
Was the kind in a bind
But I try in the time
That I thought you were mine
To remind me of times
Realigning your spine
From the back intertwined
And the pack was declined
So I sit back recline
We relying on wine
On my side had a nine
That's a hell of a night
I put up hell of a fight
Are you fuckin' with me?
Bitch I'm taking your life
Yeah, and I step in the fight
And we toast to these times
To the hood and these strides
No catchin' no vibes
I told her to hide
I'm losing my mind
Don't feel nothing inside
Aye yeah
Never say I can't might hit it from the back
Gon' tap Gon' smash
Till her back break yuh
Pop a pill with my champagne
Have a heart attack
Whiplash grip straps in a black brain yuh
And I like it how she get back
I love it when we live low
Had to make money
So I put it in a Ziploc
Wanna fuck with me lil' boy
You can get popped
Pure cocaine in the back
Lemme kick rocks
Kurt Cobain by the way
That my bitch rocks
Know my name by the day that I get popped
Learn your place in the grave
With your wrist cut
Turn my blade rearrange in her bitch's guts
Snort cocaine
Snortin' out a line
All the way
To the fish run
I was lying awake
She lied to my face
I decided yo fate
Imma fly into space
On the side of the game
Call me fuckin' drippy
Because I'm dripping right now
Riding through your city
With the windows all down
Acting like I own it
I'm owning up to my problems
Probably could've made it
But maybe I hit the bottom
Feelin' like The Rock
'Cause you smellin' what I'm cookin'
Chef Boy Trippie got the chicken
Fuckin' looking hella golden
Bitch I'm feelin' crispy
Thought you understand me
But you never really get me
Only sippin' on a lickey like I'm Lahey
Big gut Trippie, I be feelin' like I'm Brandy, baby
Rehab still sippin' the shady, baby
Cuban with the dank and the brandy, baby
Aye yeah
Never say I can't might hit it from the back
Gon' tap Gon' smash
Till her back break yuh
Pop a pill with my champagne
Have a heart attack
Whiplash grip straps in a black brain yuh
And I like it how she get back
I love it when we live low
Had to make money
So I put it in a Ziploc
Wanna fuck with me lil' boy
You can get popped
Pure cocaine in the back
Lemme kick rocks
Kurt Cobain by the way
That my bitch rocks
Know my name by the day that I get popped
Learn your place in the grave
With your wrist cut
Turn my blade rearrange in her bitch's guts
Snort cocaine
Snortin' out a line
All the way
To the fish run
I was lying awake
She lied to my face
I decided yo fate
Imma fly into space
On the side of the game
And I find that my mind was-
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