Ya'll Trippin

[Verse 1] Call of Duty Ghosts, squad up, this the homeless section Have my nigga OG through, it's a roasting session Who the fuck brought these niggas, I say no to questions Been losing since 94, so I know the lessons Spend my money all on kicks, I don't know investments That's what happen at 19, you get broke and reckless Remember being 6 years old, niggas stole my necklace If I see them niggas again, hope they broke and debted I be in the cut just laughing, cuz I know the blessings Cheat code flow go hard or go home, E-40 taught me don't love no ho But I love all hoes that's just how the shit go Let a 4 try to throw me box, I be at the door Bet not tell your friends about it I got fans and shit ho Causing rah rah, and hippity hoop lah The super bars coming from the basement to rooftops. And y'all tripping [Hook] Ya'll Trippin (You slipping, you falling, you can't get up?) {2x} Cuz I'm finna go ham, like walakum Salam, fuck you to Uncle Sam, Aunt Sally getting blammed [Verse 2] Least I never rode the bench, Coffee Black And its all starting to make sense, check the stats And it's me that the odds against, check the facts And I almost paid the rent, but this hat. Nigga Know I had to get it, standing with my white sonata need Xzibit Ride get pimped nigga might get some bitches Asian girl told me that she seen me on Pigeons So shout to Jon Tanners, that's the John Stock assist Use the Gary Payton fore you get the Magic on your shit I'm the school PSA, messages from Michael Christmas Put the guns away let's have some fun today, with drugs and drinking The fried brain cells make you see colored pictures Got my hair long I'm sitting on this stoop, mother sister I do the right thing for my fam, but the mosh pitting alcohol spitting for the fans [Hook]