Last Minute Trips – Azizi Gibson

Keep that burp in it to make it natural
That’s how I like my women, nigga
Let me tell you some shit
(Holy)

You’re 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 at the door, I don’t know ’em 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
Your game is 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 that 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 help
I’m not an enabler, 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 help
I’m not an enabler, 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