Set Trippin'

(CHORUS) K. YOUNG Let me roll you in these sheets like Louis V papers Triple X kush burning in the air. Up and down like 6.4 Presidential suite, 5 star security, 6 floor Knock, knock, knock. Let me in, let me in. (2x) She ready for anything cuz she ain't on the guest list Put her on the set cuz my niggas set trippin’ VERSE 1 Uh, I met her on the 6th flo’, I asked her where you from baby? She said 6.O, I was talking bout which city, state. Not which gang. I laughed it off hard ass fuck I can't believe this bitch bang. I shoulda knew the bitch badd but wear a lot of blue. So cripped out she went and paint her red bottoms blue. She said it its cool cuz I know you on the red side. But DUBB you know you sexy, and I need you in my bed right. I said bool later on let’s have a gang truce. You and your homegirls jump me bring your gang through. And tie yall up with these bandanas, and make yall bust like these damn hammers (CHORUS) BRIDGE K. YOUNG Where you from baby? West side let me get some lady. Midnight you and me in my Mercedes. Backseat tinted sexing all the way to Saluson. I don’t do this often. I never trust hoes. Ratchet bitches will have you sleeping in a coffin, but if its bout money I’m all in (CHORUS) VERSE 2 My bitch a loc no joke, so serious. Between me and you. She bleed blue on her period. And when she mad she say cuz fuck your hood. I make her say blood every time I fuck her good. Lay her down like them niggas in my enemies’ set. Your friends laughing at you, but your friends funna be next. She said naw this my dick they touch this they get dp’d and that’s on the dead homies loc NHC. Every crip bitch need a blood nigga, and every blood nigga need a crip bitch, And vice versa real shit. You from naybahood its only right you… (CHORUS)