Trippin' Insane

Yeah, I gained some weight
Post lockdown is always to be blamed
Xans got me sleeping till late
Weed ain't my thing, sippin my game

Your boys, my boys ain't the same
Creativity's top of my, top of my head
Broken as fuck but my shit ain't lame
Writing since childhood
But never got a place

Fucking some bad bitches
In my C-Class
Poppin on some molly
Driving off to bypass
I don't eat beef but
Beefing with me ain't safe
And the woofer in my car
Got a heavy-heavy bass

Woke up with a downer
Smoking on a counter
Feel like I found her
She wants me to pound her

Aye, she wants me to pound her
Pound her, pound her

I'm writing bars on the flight
Prolly be a star when
I touch down, nice life
On base, we smoke to get high
But on flights we board high
So we double high
Double-double high

Me and my baby
We having a fine dine
Sippin on this wine coz
Left the codine behind
Sippin on lime juice
Summer heat got me loose
Always see me dripping
With these Vans shoes

Need a fighter who can save me like Bruce
Met a girl, I have a thing for
Kiss me French then tell me Bonjour
No relationship, only casual

Hahahaha