Last Minute Trips - Azizi Gibson

Keep that burp in it to make it natural

Sound like my woman in the cut

Let me tell you some shit

(Holy)

You the reason why I can’t drink Casamigos

With my amigos, out in TJ with some freak hoes

Goin' free throws with some bottles, eatin' Cheetos

Fuck with me, socialize, I got the cheat codes

Hoes out the door, I don’t know but they with me though

Long day, long flight, I finna fuck tonight (Horny)

Life’s a bitch but I’m rich, so I’m sittin' tight

No demise to them guys, I’m just here to glide

The game’s weak, you need a tweak, drink the cyanide

Just me and my Gs, collect the fees, if you come short then you might die

You see the steez, you smell the breeze, I’m somewhere lit drinkin' Mai Tais

We rollin' a tree, hand on my D, talk is cheap, it’s bye-bye

No phone on a beach, I can’t be reached, not this week, I’m on my time

We gettin' low on you bitches, hahaha

We gettin' low on these niggas, ah

We gettin' low on you bitches, hahaha

We gettin' low on these niggas, ah

Take this shit to the grave if I can, I’m the reaper fan

Best believe I’ma stay where I stand, I ain’t movin' again

Give a shit 'bout these niggas, these niggas ain’t doin' nothin' when it come

to this bread

Give a shit 'bout these niggas, these niggas ain’t doin' nothin' when it come

to this bread (Holy)

Take this shit to the grave if I can, I’m the reaper fan

Best believe I’ma stay where I stand, I ain’t movin' again

Give a shit 'bout these niggas, these niggas ain’t doin' nothin' when it come

to this bread

Give a shit 'bout these niggas, these niggas ain’t doin' nothin' when it come

to this bread

Fettucini

My bitch a meanie, I’m stampin' it

In the evening I’m stabbin' it

I see ass and I’m grabbin' it

You is you, can’t compare my chick

'Cause you know she bad as shit

Now look at you, mad as shit

Boy, you better go get a grip

I don’t do favors, you ain’t give me no health

I’m not in a neighbor, you better do it yourself

Bitch read my palm, said my life full of wealth

I heard you do songs, but they all on a shelf

I don’t do favors, you ain’t give me health

I’m not in a neighbor, you better do it yourself

Bitch read my palm, said my life full of wealth

I heard you do songs, but they all on a shelf

Liar

Holy