Free P - Dancing On A Trip 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 n***as, they giving no f**s Really with the sh**s, 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 sh** You on that selfish boy, I'm tryna feed the crew sh** 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 sh**, I ain't no freshman Money 101, my n***a come get your lesson Yeah [Hook] And this one for my n***as in the city that show me love every time I make it home And this one for my n***as that be stuffing good gas in a dutchy or a comb One time for my b**hes that's gon' hold him down, every time, even when he wrong And all my n***as 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 sh**, Two-9 to be specific You dropped new sh**? We ain't know ‘cause we ain't listen Couple hundred for the tee I'm in Bad b**hes, a lot of d**, 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, f** it, we all gon' eat Yeah, uh, look Said we all gon' eat, b**h [Hook] And this one for my n***as in the city that show me love every time I make it home And this one for my n***as that be stuffing good gas in a dutchy or a comb One time for my b**hes that's gon' hold him down, every time, even when he wrong And all my n***as got it out the mud, no hand outs, did it on they own And this one for my n***as in the city that show me love every time I make it home And this one for my n***as that be stuffing good gas in a dutchy or a comb One time for my b**hes that's gon' hold him down, every time, even when he wrong And all my n***as got it out the mud, no hand outs, did it on they own