The Trip
M&D Substance Lyrics

Accidently poured a pint, but I did it on purpose
Bitch I walk around with a blick, boy don't make me nervous
And these niggas be some clowns, go back to the circus
In the Rick Owen's store, bout to make a purchase
And we scoring on the opps, feel like Kyrie Irving
Take a ten hour drive if it's really worth it
And I'm off that codeine, moving like a tortoise
When I'm walking out the bank, you can see me smirking
When I'm in the fast car, you can see me swerving
Nigga play with Capone, we gone get to purging Got Rick Owens jeans, I ain't rockin' purple
And it's only real niggas in my fucking circle
Nigga playing with that, we gone have to merc you
And a nigga out late, what the fuck is curfew
I can't even feel my legs, that's just what the perc's do
Who that calling on my phone, like why it buzzing
I just made several plays right out of nothing
I be posted center field, you posted with some munchkins
We a gut a bitch and then we light em' like a pumpkin
Why they actin' surprised when we pull up?
Fuck around and find out, leave em' leakin' like a Push Pop
I be play-makin, bitch, this ain't no make believe
My bitch just hit me up and said she want some Maybelline
What's that in my double cup? You thinking it's some lean
I be shinin' bright as fuck, they call me Mr. Clean
Call me Mr. 75 cause I be on the scene
They say that boy high as fuck, cause it's easy to see