Bobby Shmurda Cartier Lens Mp3 Download
Hip Hop Bobby Shmurda was the victim of certain jokes via web-based media recently for the way he’s been moving, yet many legitimately went to his protection, saying that he has the right to have the option to have a ball anyway he satisfies.
As far as music, Bobby’s rebound single ‘No Time For Sleep Freestyle’ sort of traveled every which way for most, generally on the grounds that it dropped that very night that Drake dropped CLB, yet in addition in light of the fact that many simply were not a fanatic of the sound.
This evening, Bobby gets back with another new contribution. This one is called ‘Carter Lens’ and you can stream it underneath.
Bobby Shmurda Cartier Lens Mp3 LYRICS
Trippin’ nigga
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’ nigga
Trippin’ nigga
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’
I’ve been trippin’ nigga
Trippin’ nigga
Yeah, yeah, ayy, grr
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, gang
Nigga I’ve been bang, nigga
Trippin’, tripping, I’ve been gangsta, nigga
Trippin’, bang, sticky bands
It’s takin’ M’s, niga
[Verse 1]
Fuck you think it’s Bobby B, I’m off the the pens, nigga (Huh)
Gotta thank God first ‘fore I kiss my hands, nigga (Huh)
Had to crawl first ‘fore I touched a band, nigga (Fuck, I [?] the bought)
Yeah, I parked up, four niggas bent, nigga (Grr)
Jump a fence,nigga (Grr)
Bustin’ fans, nigga (Grr)
We ain’t from the [?] where niggas robbers them niggas
I shot at him, lil’ homie said that I was playin’ (Grr)
And I see million through my Cartier lens, nigga
These type of bitches, all these niggas, it’s all pretend (Yeah, yeah)
You lookin’ dead, don’t you be bad, I’m out the trench, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I busted that for all my niggas in the pen (Yeah, yeah)
I had to buy that blue Ferrari, you know the [?], nigga
Ayy, once again, nigga, ayy, in the game, nigga
Spin your block ’til the world fuckin’ end, nigga
Fuck the cops, fuck the judge, fuck the pig, nigga
‘Cause bitch I’m back, and I’m hot and I’m rich, nigga
Whole lotta cash, bitch
Trippin’ nigga
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’ nigga
Trippin’ nigga (Yeah)
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’
I’ve been trippin’ nigga
Trippin’ nigga
Yeah, yeah, ayy
[Verse 2]
Go stack a bill, nigga (Uh-huh)
Them type of bitches, all these hoes, this shit get real (This shit get real)
‘Cause I was in here, all alone, all by myself, nigga
Ain’t no one to call, my mom was broke, ain’t got no bail, nigga
Auntie on the phone cryin’, “Please, don’t go to jail, nigga”
Love my baby, if they tryna give my bitch the [?], nigga
Then gave my bro-bro, fifty-three, [?], nigga
[?] been poppin’ pills after pills after pills, nigga
Tryna reminisce all my niggas that ain’t here, nigga
[Outro]
Yeah
I’ve been trippin’, uh
Yeah, yeah
I’ve been, yeah, yeah
I’ve been [?]
Keep a bag on me, keep a bag
I’ve been stackin’ M’s
