Trippin Lil Keed

[Intro: Lil Keed & J. Cole]
Yeah (You good, T-Minus?)
These niggas be trippin', man

[Chorus]
I'm trippin' on 'em
I'm trippin' on 'em
I'm trippin' on 'em
I get to trippin' on 'em
I get to trippin' on 'em
I get to trippin' on 'em
I get to trippin' on 'em (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, woo)

[Post-Chorus]
Green bandana, green bandana
I got an elephant ring, Alabama
Humps on these pockets like a camel
My partner play with a Pyrex bowl like he Tampa

[Verse 1]
Talkin' gangsta, I get you held, nigga, for ransom
My lil' shooters that be trippin', they got tempers
And we been fuckin' these hoes off the attempt
Plugged in with the migos, I ain't talkin' Skippa Flippa
Beverly Hills shoppin', I been ridin' 'round with some Locs
Beverly Hills, hotty-thotty models give me throat
Beverly Hills, drivin' the Bentayga off the road
Yeah, we slimy, he slid, wipe his itchy nose (Keed, talk to 'em)
Yeah, the gat black, bullets flyin' like a crow
Don't play with the gang, we pullin' your card, you gettin' exposed
Yeah, I love when she walk 'round the motherfuckin' crib with pink toes
I wear Avianne diamonds, no cap, and it froze