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trip and dip - cts scrilla lyrics

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trip and dip lyrics
[chorus: cts scrilla]

the point of this album is to make you trip

i hit your b*tch and then i dip

i run your sh*t and then i dip

i shoot your sh*t and then i dip (bah bah)

i grip her sh*t and let it rip

i aim that clip and let it flip

you claim you crip but got no drip (no drip)

scrilla, where was you? n*gga i skipped (skip)

long necked beetle looking n*gga chris bosh (uh)

i show my money she say oh my gosh (wow)

i get that cash then i hit the dash (skrrt)

me and my homies, were thicker than glass
i call em up they on yo ass (bah)

call them trash while you sit on your ass n*gga

[verse 1: cts jayy]

yeah we starting with a trip and drip

starting to make me lose my grip

gotta reload my clip

yeah we got that drip

making that sniff

[verse 2: cts scrilla]

aye

uh

pockets fat, your b*tch is really flat (flat)
skrt the benz so hard the tires going flat (skrrt skrrt)

i don’t f*ck with any type of rat

i only hoop and spit

i only f*ck your b*tch

yall say it fake b*tch i’m legit

h*lla confident these audiomack views will be lit (lit!)

so, effortless i make n*ggas quit

my glock so bad it send dms to you

scrilla put me on a song, b*tch who are you (who?)

she say she want a car, so i capped a mini coupe

this 4g auto make you sick, i give you grandmas soup

gotta fly outta state to get my new tattoo (tattoo)

scrilla, you’re unknown, that may be true but n*gga so are you, b*tch

[verse 3: cts survivor]

imma shock that n*gga like an eel

bullets to the chest how you feel

i wear gray sometimes even teal

your girl p*ssy, my midnight meal

[chorus: cts scrilla]

the point of this album is to make you trip

i hit your b*tch and then i dip

i run your sh*t and then i dip

i shoot your sh*t and then i dip (bah bah)

i grip her sh*t and let it rip

i aim that clip and let it flip

you claim you crip but got no drip (no drip)

scrilla, where was you? n*gga i skipped (skip)

long necked beetle looking n*gga chris bosh (uh)

i show my money she say oh my gosh (wow)

i get that cash then i hit the dash (skrrt)

me and my homies, were thicker than glass

i call em up they on yo ass (bah)

call them trash while you sit on your ass n*gga

uh

- cts scrilla lyrics

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