Dancing On A Trip by Curtis Williams Lyrics
[Produced by Free P]
[Verse 1]
Look, I said pull the weed out, I’m finna roll up
Confirmation from MoneyGram, it’s finna show up
Ask about ‘em in the city, bet they know us
Don’t test none of my young niggas, they giving no fucks
Really with the shits, boy I did it all
Loud blunts at my sessions, boy this ain’t mid at all
You following trends, I’m on some new shit
You on that selfish boy, I’m tryna feed the crew shit
Made it look easy but I ain’t stopped yet
Ain’t no palace in [?] street I ain’t copped yet
And I don’t need a box, I spend it ‘cause I got it
Nothing in life’s free so I want all the profit
Ballin’ ‘cause they wouldn’t give us nothing
Make remarks, straight shots, I’m getting blunted
Been a vet in this shit, I ain’t no freshman
Money 101, my nigga come get your lesson
Yeah
[Hook]
And this one for my niggas in the city that show me love every time I make it home
And this one for my niggas that be stuffing good gas in a dutchy or a comb
One time for my bitches that’s gon’ hold him down, every time, even when he wrong
And all my niggas got it out the mud, no hand outs, did it on they own
[Verse 2]
Look, I’m from a city in the south, blunt all in my mouth
Twist my fingers up so they know what I’m about
Yeah, gang shit, Two-9 to be specific
You dropped new shit? We ain’t know ‘cause we ain’t listen
Couple hundred for the tee I’m in
Bad bitches, a lot of drugs, the life of sin
But when I die I still want to go to heaven
Roll another blunt, hit it once and stop the stressin’
Account on fleek, I’ma ball all week
No I’ma ball all month, fuck it, we all gon’ eat
Yeah, uh, look
Said we all gon’ eat, bitch
[Hook]
And this one for my niggas in the city that show me love every time I make it home
And this one for my niggas that be stuffing good gas in a dutchy or a comb
One time for my bitches that’s gon’ hold him down, every time, even when he wrong
And all my niggas got it out the mud, no hand outs, did it on they own
And this one for my niggas in the city that show me love every time I make it home
And this one for my niggas that be stuffing good gas in a dutchy or a comb
One time for my bitches that’s gon’ hold him down, every time, even when he wrong
And all my niggas got it out the mud, no hand outs, did it on they own
[Verse 1]
Look, I said pull the weed out, I’m finna roll up
Confirmation from MoneyGram, it’s finna show up
Ask about ‘em in the city, bet they know us
Don’t test none of my young niggas, they giving no fucks
Really with the shits, boy I did it all
Loud blunts at my sessions, boy this ain’t mid at all
You following trends, I’m on some new shit
You on that selfish boy, I’m tryna feed the crew shit
Made it look easy but I ain’t stopped yet
Ain’t no palace in [?] street I ain’t copped yet
And I don’t need a box, I spend it ‘cause I got it
Nothing in life’s free so I want all the profit
Ballin’ ‘cause they wouldn’t give us nothing
Make remarks, straight shots, I’m getting blunted
Been a vet in this shit, I ain’t no freshman
Money 101, my nigga come get your lesson
Yeah
[Hook]
And this one for my niggas in the city that show me love every time I make it home
And this one for my niggas that be stuffing good gas in a dutchy or a comb
One time for my bitches that’s gon’ hold him down, every time, even when he wrong
And all my niggas got it out the mud, no hand outs, did it on they own
[Verse 2]
Look, I’m from a city in the south, blunt all in my mouth
Twist my fingers up so they know what I’m about
Yeah, gang shit, Two-9 to be specific
You dropped new shit? We ain’t know ‘cause we ain’t listen
Couple hundred for the tee I’m in
Bad bitches, a lot of drugs, the life of sin
But when I die I still want to go to heaven
Roll another blunt, hit it once and stop the stressin’
Account on fleek, I’ma ball all week
No I’ma ball all month, fuck it, we all gon’ eat
Yeah, uh, look
Said we all gon’ eat, bitch
[Hook]
And this one for my niggas in the city that show me love every time I make it home
And this one for my niggas that be stuffing good gas in a dutchy or a comb
One time for my bitches that’s gon’ hold him down, every time, even when he wrong
And all my niggas got it out the mud, no hand outs, did it on they own
And this one for my niggas in the city that show me love every time I make it home
And this one for my niggas that be stuffing good gas in a dutchy or a comb
One time for my bitches that’s gon’ hold him down, every time, even when he wrong
And all my niggas got it out the mud, no hand outs, did it on they own