Trippy Trey – Ybn Chopstick Remix lyrics

I hit the back door
With my backpack
On some Tay shit
She think she can handle me?
But she ain't shit
Next nigga
Think he coming up on the same tip
Hit a lic
Swerving in them lanes
On some funny ish
Bummy bish
She a plain Jane
No covanant
Loving in it
She be popping X
Now she stuffing it
In defence
She a good girl
When she with her friends
Play pretend
She a good spy
When she in a Beinz
Tutta man
He shoot with no aim l
ÀCall him scuba man
Pudda man
Used hit me hard
Now I am the man
With the can
I don't do no scams
I love all my fans
Do it real
Even though
Half these niggas really hams
Bring the hate
My choppa an ape
See those heaven gates
Free the real
All my niggas bang
Yall could not relate
Free Tay k
Even if that nigga
Was to die today
Fly away
Birds soar far
That's a brighter way
Lighter pay ab
Doberman dogs
With a higher weight
Higher kick
Ima take his chick
Cause she in my whip
Imagine this
Mpr
Out here on some savage shit
Pull up to the store
5 woods
No tax

Hook
I hit the backdoor
With my backpack
On some tay shit
You think you can handle me
But u ain't shit
Next nigga
Think he running up
On the same same tip
Now its time
Make her do the dash
She dont say shit
Facelift
Chappo got that k
And he spray shit
All my shit
Made in the hood
Ion pay shit
If you niggas talkin heavy meadal
Imma bang it
Bagdad
Told her have that
Im not shameless
Make shift
Shaawty in the kitchen
She dont bake shit
Sever ties
Money on the flo watch it cake quick
Bape shit
I been going off
No mistakes bitch
King kong
When i hit the stu
Im going ape shit

I hit the backdoor
With my backpack
On some tay shit
You think you could handle me
You cant hang bitch
Next nigga think he runnin off on the same shit
Bag back
Told her bag back
Watch her face shift
Cold cut
Hit the bitch once
Make her nose bust
Robust
I cant leave the house
Without no bucks
Fro tucked
Why you niggas actin like yall know us
Hold up
Semmi gettin hot
I think it know sum