U Trippin
Damn I got dope on my lip.
Well I guess I spit Crack.
Or u can call it dat piff.
Aye I got problems to solve
So I got money to get.
U got problems caint solve em
Cuz u stay on that broke shit.
U call it takin a risk.
But u bet the wrong shit.
I had to focus thru my struggle
Build my muscle and shit
Got Brain power from a bitch
And I swear shorty so dumb
But she like perfectionist
Told her if she go she gone cum
Then that pussy got boring.
Cuz I was tryna fuck the game.
Stroke sum mills out that bitch.
Jackpot. Make it rain.
Pass her right to team.
Yea my assist game mean.
Check my stats.
Hell of a player probably MVP.
Get out ya feelings my nigga.
That's for haters and tellers.
Non believers and failures.
No But I never fail em.
I get better wit time.
That's why I'm always on grind.
U got sum clout in ya pocket
I got sum money in mine.
Ya say ya ballin how ya mama doin.
Aite then.
Ya hustle 'posed to go from nicks to bricks
U doin it right then.
How the hell u touch a bag
And u ain't take care ya crib.
U niggaz burying yaselves without ya life insurance.
That shit stupid. Niggaz actually clueless.
Probably why they hear me on the track
But as I rap they snoozin.
Give em game they lose it.
If I talk u should listen.
I say shit to remembered.
I wouldn't tell ya to get it
If I ain't went out and did it.
U trippin. U trippin.
U trippin trippin. What u off the mids?
U trippin. U trippin.
Nigga u trippin trippin fuck u off the mid?
U trippin u trippin.
U trippin trippin bitch u off the mid?
U trippin. U trippin.
U trippin trippin. What u off the mid?
U ain't a hitta u just loose wit triggaz.
U ain't that nigga them just IG pictures.
I guess u like to fake it till u make it.
A 9-5 more than yo hustle makin.
Don't like the truth dont that shit irritate ya.
I tell the truth that shit should motivate ya.
Unless it's police I aint coversating.
But u. u confide in em u honest ain't ya. Snitch.
And bitch quit talkin go and clean yo kitchen.
How the hell u worried bout they dirty dishes.
Yea u a bad bitch and I'm a witness.
Cuz Baby u ain't good for shit.
Ain't tryna hit it. And If I did I quit it.
Cuz u trippin.
Well I guess I spit Crack.
Or u can call it dat piff.
Aye I got problems to solve
So I got money to get.
U got problems caint solve em
Cuz u stay on that broke shit.
U call it takin a risk.
But u bet the wrong shit.
I had to focus thru my struggle
Build my muscle and shit
Got Brain power from a bitch
And I swear shorty so dumb
But she like perfectionist
Told her if she go she gone cum
Then that pussy got boring.
Cuz I was tryna fuck the game.
Stroke sum mills out that bitch.
Jackpot. Make it rain.
Pass her right to team.
Yea my assist game mean.
Check my stats.
Hell of a player probably MVP.
Get out ya feelings my nigga.
That's for haters and tellers.
Non believers and failures.
No But I never fail em.
I get better wit time.
That's why I'm always on grind.
U got sum clout in ya pocket
I got sum money in mine.
Ya say ya ballin how ya mama doin.
Aite then.
Ya hustle 'posed to go from nicks to bricks
U doin it right then.
How the hell u touch a bag
And u ain't take care ya crib.
U niggaz burying yaselves without ya life insurance.
That shit stupid. Niggaz actually clueless.
Probably why they hear me on the track
But as I rap they snoozin.
Give em game they lose it.
If I talk u should listen.
I say shit to remembered.
I wouldn't tell ya to get it
If I ain't went out and did it.
U trippin. U trippin.
U trippin trippin. What u off the mids?
U trippin. U trippin.
Nigga u trippin trippin fuck u off the mid?
U trippin u trippin.
U trippin trippin bitch u off the mid?
U trippin. U trippin.
U trippin trippin. What u off the mid?
U ain't a hitta u just loose wit triggaz.
U ain't that nigga them just IG pictures.
I guess u like to fake it till u make it.
A 9-5 more than yo hustle makin.
Don't like the truth dont that shit irritate ya.
I tell the truth that shit should motivate ya.
Unless it's police I aint coversating.
But u. u confide in em u honest ain't ya. Snitch.
And bitch quit talkin go and clean yo kitchen.
How the hell u worried bout they dirty dishes.
Yea u a bad bitch and I'm a witness.
Cuz Baby u ain't good for shit.
Ain't tryna hit it. And If I did I quit it.
Cuz u trippin.
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Writer(s): Malcolm Webb, Brionne Yarbrough
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