Big37/Trips2vegas Lyrics

You really know how to make me cry, when you give me those ocean eyes, I'm scared

I've never fallen quite this high, falling into your ocean eyes, those ocean eyes

Let's go

This a big boy, like this 4-5 on me, know this space shit

Roll up on me, playin' crazy, boy, you know I crank shit

I ain't Soulja Boy, but it keeps me through the phone, lil' baby

Main tappers, runnin' round and shittin' crazy, got a prank phone daily

A junkie called, talkin' bout it's the first, I think I need my AFI

Niggas know, when I get in the zone, I get to trappin' crazy

20 ball, I made it in in a week, I swear y'all trappers lazy

Finna swap the Vinny, go A-M-G, that's for my baby

Finna pick my drink or what if I'm tired of niggas talkin' crazy

Get some kilo, what you pickin' up? Bacon soda, uptown hazy

Put my finger in the pot, that shit just really looked amazing

Dispatch, you're gon' turn our business up, we takin' trips to Vegas

I've been watchin' for too long

I'm just tryna get my lil' money, stay out the way, they watchin' crazy

Makin' music in my granny basement, this shit feel amazing

Those ocean eyes

Go

Lil' bitch, why you in my face

Like me, you're tryna get my payment

Stankin' chips, and then I dance

Chase Lincoln in my background, this a difference

Take me playin', chain my wrist

I ain't stressin' bout you broke niggas, we out here poppin'

Groupie bitches in my fuckin' face, I see you niggas plottin'

Told his ass to pick a pack of cards, that's his only option

If his ass pick his ace in spades, I'm gon' drop him

Don't know me in the game, let all fuck around

I ain't goin' watch, don't step back

With this mothafuckin' curry, let this 30 pop him

Can't fall, took his mask off on that ski

Osama bin Laden

I know the opps are madder than the bitch we out here still robbin'

Yeah

Lately I been goin' real dude

Shit, lately I been goin' real dude

Crazy bro, this shit amazing

I got real dude friends in different state

Told the bitch he ain't gotta look me up

Just ask about me, I'm not sayin'

Bro, don't say get the fuck up out his face

He ain't know PlayStation, financial dollars

I don't wear a mic, young niggas do be paper chasin'

1K on my bracelet, lookin' up and askin' God if I made it

Questions about my ice, man, you know that'd be my favorite statement

I don't do no fake until I make it, I been had some paper

In grade one, a nigga started hustlin', started out in the basement

37th and floor one, a nigga got introduced to day shit

System goin' crazy, got a lil' job just to clean my paper

Told myself, when I was lookin' here, I was no fuckin' maker

I ain't really had the best lifestyle, but this young nigga made it

I done made some paper, took some trips that y'all niggas ain't takin'

This what sellin' bows, get you bro, this life amazing

I just woke up and I'm plannin' to fuckin' trip to Vegas