Who Trippin'

Point em out kinfolk who tripping
Point em out kinfolk who tripping
Point em out kinfolk who tripping
Point em out kinfolk who tripping
Point em out kinfolk who tripping
Point em out kinfolk who tripping

Now i can't turn water into wine but I can turn blue soda red
And i can turn blue soda green or i Can make it purple instead
And i aint seen a damn thing Would've could've should've done
Last time i told mama I'm trying she Said that wasn't good enough
You want my trust than i need you to Confront me when I'm fuckin up
Out here running these major plays Without stopping to huddle up
Call my smoker like bitch i got a 7
Cook this up for me bro I'm in a Hurry
Hit la rasa and do the dirty dump a qp Over in kirby
Drop em by the flurry or the 30
Violence inflicted severely
Shanty fine sassy and pretty
Im goin hit her with this beef jerky
Got 300 for a james worthy
My tribe don't believe in mercy
Rot in a cell for i wither and worry
Juniors success all concerns me nigga
I was born alone and don't mind Dying that same way
She a fool with that twerk and she Ride it the same way
Do some harm to me and mines Nigga dying that same day
Masked up and blitzing when we Touch down like game day
Real niggas fake niggas all niggas Bleed and die
You aint even built like that kinfolk You aint gotta lie
Sober till the beef is over no molly no fry
So I'm the designated driver Whenever its time to ride

Point em out kinfolk who tripping
Point em out kinfolk who tripping
Point em out kinfolk who tripping
Point em out kinfolk who tripping
Point em out kinfolk who tripping



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Writer(s): Trevaughn Sabbs
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