Ain't Nobody Trippin'

de Smoke DZA

[Intro]
Right
I got two zips. Two bitches with tounge rings who suck a dick
Young nigga tryna get rich
I used to be skinny but I used to be broke too
I guess that matters

[Verse: Smoke dza]
Righttttttttttttt
You know my slogan: Hollywood smoke hogan
I ain't good with the slick talk, I put hands on you like I'm molden
And I ain't talkin' bout no boss nigga; tell me hitman earns, I hit hard nigga
This that clinton correctional flow, shit a nigga got bars nigga
Welcome to the wreck shop. Too much hard, that's what got my nigga rex shot
Came in this bitch just to get guap, lil' nigga I make the back of yo' neck hot
I got a flight in a few. To the bank is my next stop
Hot in the air, know the jets out
Lil' bitch over there bout to pass out
Smoker's club - og - rose gold, big face rollie
My little man came whippin' in the stolee and I'm still on the corner like bodie (uuuh)
If you book me, I hope you got the fire marshalls right there
Cause the kush god's a non-smoker nigga's worst nightmare