Still Trippin ft. Scoop

Scoop, I'm from West Oakland Lower bottom, 1400 Willow Street, posted on Peralta Street Serving

All the dope fiends, stick talk Brick talk, lick talk, yeah I'm with That, crack a nigga

Head wide open with this metal Strap, catch me at bookers, you Can get served out the backpack

At the house chillin' on the couch Smokin' that loud pack, yo bitch Let me hit, and she

Love suckin' dick, I love countin Chips, while I'm drinkin' on that Activist, whoa

Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby I stay flexin' in public, pullin Stacks up out

My pocket, u broke niggas need to Stop it, I'm on one and I ain't Stoppin', hate it or love it, that's How Im rockin, for my family, I'll Pop it slide thru yo block, niggas Droppin'

Out that strap them shells flyin Fuck poppin' a molly, I do this Shit sober minded

When it's all said and done, pop Them Xans, to forget about it, & Go fuck with the

Squad, but I can never talk about It, and that boo-boo shit you Sellin' can't compare

To my product, keep it one Hunnid, lil' nigga, always remain Solid, on my hip, it's a rocket