Take A Trip lyrics

by

Ye



[Intro]
I'm on that Tris again (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m on that Tris again

[Verse]
Rollie on me, I bust down my wrist
Mushrooms, let's go take a trip
Water on me, n*gga, catch the drip
n*ggas hate 'cause they know I f*cked their b*tch
I’m on that sh*t again, I'm with your b*tch again
I know I said I'll put down the cup but I'm on that Tris again
And my b*tch told me that she loved me but she was sucking di*k
No, I can't trust a b*tch, no, I can't trust a sl*t
She let my homies f*ck, my b*tch let my homies run a train
So that be the reason I can't stay
Psilocybin got me chillin' up in space
And she gon’ take my p*nis to the face
Your b*tch on her knees just like she prayin’ to Jesus
And shе be eatin' di*k like Darius [?] [?]
And shе be givin’ top like NBA YoungBoy
I f*ck her so good, she don't need no rose toy
I f*ck her so good, she don't even need a vibrator
I'm in her mouth just like some candy, n*gga, now and later
b*tches on my di*k, f*ck n*gga, I’m no longer a masturbator
n*ggas speakin' on me, my lil' n*ggas, they slide like pro skaters
I don't got to rape the b*tch, she steady be takin' di*k
I don't got to ask her twice, she said that I changed her life
And I'm 'bout to buy a pint, pour it up in my two liter Sprite
And I might just f*ck a dyke, kill the pus*y she seein' the light
Kill the pus*y, I send her to Satan, 'cause all of the di*k that she takin'
Ain't no way she gon' make it to heaven
I keep going to 7-Eleven, I keep going to Mobil 1
Hop on the beat, I'm going dumb, hop on the beat, I'm going autistic
She want a bag, b*tch, be realistic
I'll buy you a purse if you suck on my balls
Cut the b*tch off, I don't care if she calls
Now she be sayin' my p*nis is small
To tell you the truth, I'm like eight on [?]
Sippin' on syrup but I don't got a cough
Sippin' on syrup but I'm not sick
Pay for the pus*y, I guess I'm a trick
Beat my b*tch like Uncle Rick
b*tch I get high like [?] Clyde
b*tch, I get high like every night
My white b*tch be snortin' lines, my white b*tch be smokin' ice
My white b*tch stay in Venice, my black b*tch, she stay in Oakland
Pull out my di*k and now she's chokin'
Pull out my di*k, now she's amazed
I got my pride but I'm not gay
I'll be this way 'til I'm in my grave
n*ggas, they hate, 'cause I get paid
Brand-new whip you would think I'm a slave
Brand-new whip you would my name was Henry Ford
n*ggas they hate 'cause they know damn well I f*cked their whore
Every time she suck my di*k, I press record
I was sixteen, tryin' to run in that crib, tryna kick a door
I just told my mama that I'm famous now
Stranded in more lean, I finally made it out
Stranded in more lean, I finally made a way
I don't give a f*ck about Azealia Banks
To tell you the truth she look just like her pus*y stank
And I'm not talkin' about a regular odor
Azealia, I can smell you, don't come closer
I keep taking all these shrooms, I'm not sober
Sippin' drank just like I'm lucky, four leaf clover
[Outro]
(Foenem Radio, b*tch)
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