[Intro]
(Elevated always get it right)

[Chorus]
TP, don't trip
I feel better with tan on my hip
Outside with a whole lotta 'rips, huh
It ain't shit to make it lit
This year a fifty on a wrist
Tuccer wit' me gon' get the assist
Get the drop, bend that strip, huh
Bet my 'ooter throw a fifth, like
Bet my 'ooter throw like six
Or like seven, huh
If we see a opp by that 7-Eleven
Put him on Channel 11, like

[Verse]
Hope I make it up to heaven
Need a convo with a reverend, like
How I'ma make it up to heaven?
When I be worshippin' extensions, like
Free the 'ooter, cuz sentenced
He was on court like Memphis, like
We goin' up, ascension
Mask on, I don't want no attention
Pour a four, finna got me ventin'
Foreign baddie body got me breathless, look
But I can't stress it
'Cause 'nother n***a prolly flexin', huh
Big bag on me, hefty
Mr. TP Luccy Lefty, like
.44 kick, jelly
Dare a n***a try to test me
Baddie wit' me, sexy
Bend you block while I'm totin' on Lexi
In the hood, tryna make it out
I'm a top prospect, they tryna get me
Don't think, don't think
No time, up it in a blink, (Like), link (Like)
Foreign baddie wanna link, (Like), link (Like)
Foreign baddie wanna drink
Off a drink she do what I think
Off a drink she do what I say, ayy
I don't got no time to play, huh
TP, too phenomenal
Got it on me, movin' diabolical, huh
I pour a four
It give me power like Chronicle (Chronicle), huh
Tired of the hood
I'm tryna go somewhere tropical (Tropical), like
Overcomin' every obstacle
Keep climbin' that hill till you reach that pot of gold
[Chorus]
TP, don't trip
I feel better with tan on my hip
Outside with a whole lotta 'rips, huh
It ain't shit to make it lit
This year a fifty on a wrist
Tuccer wit' me gon' get the assist
Get the drop, bend that strip, huh
Bet my 'ooter throw a fifth, like
Bet my 'ooter throw like six
Or like seven, huh
If we see a opp by that 7-Eleven
Put him on Channel 11, like

[Outro]
Put him on Channel 11, 11, like
One-double-O movin' like double-O-seven
Put him on Channel 11, like