LIFE'S A TRIP Lyrics

I'm sick of this shit

Sick of it

I'm off of the muddy, it's hitting so quick

Getting too high, how I'm up in this bitch

Getting too lit

You fuck with my vibe, then come and get lit

This life is a trip

I flex when I'm stepping

Yeah, stepping I'm stepping

I'm rocking that Gucci

You rocking Giuseppe

Oh yeah, not flexing I'm flexing

Got Rick Owen rags

What?

I'm popping some tags

Yeah

Say fuck it and buy that little bitch a new bag

Givenchy

She like when I sag

Oh yeah

Got my pants all the way to the ground

Cause my money too heavy in bags

Money

Might get me a house

Need a 3 story with a bitch in a dress when I'm dicking her down

I do it too good

Got her pussy so wet, I hit it

She dripping, I drown

Water water water

Can't fuck with no friends

Vallone on me now

Designer my garments, don't mess with my shit or I'm kicking you out

Fuck out of my house

Got some new shit up from Louis

Vuitton

She like me too much

She think that I'm famous

I'm signing my name on her boobies

Got 20's times 2 my blocker a 40

I like the new bitch, but got me a shordy

I'm playing for keeps, can't fuck with no Goalie

I drift in a lamb

Got water I'm dripping to wet

They see me, I'm flexing like damn

All part of the plan

Got racks all the way to the top

They bigger than me when I stand

I'm taking your bitch

I'm rolling a blunt in the back of the house, while she play with my stick

I like her she thick

Achoo!

Got diamonds to cold, my nose it start running I'm sick

Might need me a Vic

Or get me a Vetty

Skirt skirt

I'm spinning the block, it to hot

It turning that boy to a bowl of spaghetti

call it bullet confetti

Rrrraaahh

I hit when I'm ready

I'm read, I'm ready

Pass her around on a plate like that bitch work for Denny's

She worth a penny

I know she ain't ready

Cameras on me like I'm Freddy

Tatted all over my belly

My diamonds be dripping they wetty

These bitches stay dripping they ready

I'm making more money like many

This life is a trip

Got me all lost in the mix

I need me a fix

Might just go get a new wrist

I like when she split

Doing them tricks on my shit

She think she legit

Can't get a hit

Unless she's throwing them hips for a flick

And spreading them tits on a dick

I know that shit hit

Sorry little baby

But karma been calling, and telling me that you ain't the shit

Let's get for real

This ain't the mix

Speaking like it ain't the truth

And throwing a fit

While I be making them hits

And throwing them fits

To match with the shade I'm hearing that y'all spit

Ahh

Ahh

I'm sick of this shit

I'm off of the muddy, it's hitting so quick

Getting too high, how I'm up in this bitch

You fuck with my vibe, then come and get lit

This life is a trip