Uuu Trippin' !

How you gone let these lil bitches
Come fuck up the vision
My nigga you trippin'
(How?)
How you gone let these lil bitches
Run off with yo chicken
My nigga you trippin'
(My nigga how?)
How you gone let these lil bitches
Mix up what you sippin'
My nigga you trippin'
(What?)
How you gone cuff that lil bitch
When you know she be fuckin' and strippin' you trippin'
(Let's go!)

My momma told me these bitches be viscous
I'm sorry I ain't wanna listen
(Damn!)
She want me home
I'm like shawty you trippin'
I might make a M and go missing'
(Forreal!)
If I don't go platinum from rappin'
Then listen hoe imma go plat in the kitchen
(Nah forreal!)
These niggas hoes
And they really be bitchin'
They wanna be in my position
(Huh wait wait huh SIX!)

Bitch
She wanna fuck I won't kiss
She not on the list
I might spend a brick on my wrist
Imagine me livin' like this
Imagine what y'all would be on
If I didn't exist
I'm in that hoe mouth like some wok
that hoe don't drink triss
I'm tweaking hoe don't get me pissed
Hey! pretty lil miss
My name is GRAMS
But some of my friends call me SIX
I came in that bitch with a stick
I look like a lick
But play with me you gone get split
Forreal you gone get hit
I came from Hell! so I need a hellcat with the kit
That F&N came with a dick
And these niggas never on shit

How you gone let these lil bitches
Come fuck up the vision
My nigga you trippin'
(How?)
How you gone let these lil bitches
Run off with yo chicken
My nigga you trippin'
(My nigga How?)
How you gone let these lil bitches
Mix up what you sippin'
My nigga you trippin'
(Huh?)
How you gone cuff that lil bitch
When you know she be fuckin' and strippin' you trippin'

SIX!



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Writer(s): Jordon Smith
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