I AINT REALLY TRIPPIN

Jonathan Godoy

I'm the muthafucka gunning rising
Shooting while my gun is shining
Couldn't even recognize him
Send an eagle just to find him
Bitch I got a fat strap
Keep it in my back pack
Next to the fat sack
Tryna make fat rack
If I'm shooting bitch I'm never missing pistol gripping
While your nervous now your slipping
Now you missing I ain't trippin
I'm just
Tryna get these bucks up while I'm getting fucked up, your girl wanna suck up told that bitch to come up

I ain't really tripping on these bitches I'm just tryna hit it
I ain't really tripping on these bitches I'm just tryna hit it
I ain't really tripping on these bitches I'm just tryna hit it

I ain't really tripping on these bitches I'm just tryna hit it
Fuck around find out now my dick in your mouth while I'm climbing to the top of the mount people try to knock me down
But I always keep a frown so you can't bring me lower then the ground
if you try then I guess we both going to hell
K.I.L.L bitch I came to cause hell
Killing all my blood cells
Put my body In The ground
Forget about the person that I am
Evil has no friends Let my time on this earth end
I will never mend
All my life I've alway been broken
Demons holding on to me
I'm just tryna leave
but everywhere I go I hear their screams
Screaming out please
Come and let me free
From this cell
from this hell
I just cannot get them out
I just cannot get them out

I ain't really tripping on these bitches I'm just tryna hit it
I ain't really tripping on these bitches I'm just tryna hit it
I ain't really tripping on these bitches I'm just tryna hit it
I ain't really tripping on these bitches I'm just tryna hit it
I ain't really tripping on these bitches I'm just tryna hit it
I ain't really tripping on these bitches I'm just tryna hit it
I ain't really tripping on these bitches I'm just tryna hit it
I ain't really tripping on these bitches I'm
just tryna hit it

Oh my bitch I gotta Pop him right in the eye
Grab the nine suicide stuck up in my fucking mind heart shattered brain splattered Dead body filled with laughter
I don't know how I'm moving How I'm chosing All these drugs in my system take another prescription Now I'm mixing with the lean right Straight out the bottle I don't need sprite Some times I might but I like not feeling alright hoping that I'll sleep tonight Hoping that I'll sleep tonight

Trivia about the song I AINT REALLY TRIPPIN by Skull

Who composed the song “I AINT REALLY TRIPPIN” by Skull?
The song “I AINT REALLY TRIPPIN” by Skull was composed by Jonathan Godoy.

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