"Trippy Mane" lyrics

Do you hear me, man?
Don't be jankin', man
You ain't got the bread, don't try to prank me, man
Back in the days I was ridin' on them twanky thangs
Ice on my neck and my wrist with a pinky rang

I stay drippin', man, like a bad drain
Louis, Fendi, Gucci, Louis, do you hear me, man?
Protected like the Pope, I'm sayin' this is certainly, man
You run up, you goin' get hurt severely, man

Ela prefere o DJ, nosso bonde tá pesadão
Pesadão, pesadão, pesadão
Ela prefere o DJ, nosso bonde tá pesadão
Pesadão, pesadão, pesadão

Do you hear me, man? I'm speakin' clearly, man
Just like the ice on my teeth and my pinky rang
You promoters with these shows, don't be jankin', man
I need that back end in my hand, do you hear me, man?

Ela prefere o DJ, nosso bonde tá pesadão
Pesadão, pesadão, pesadão
Do you hear me, man?
Ela prefere o DJ, nosso bonde tá pesadão
Pesadão, pesadão, pesadão