Trippin' Again
Whoa
Whoa
Yeah
TK
Trippin', again
Yeah, like I don't gotta say a word 'cause she been trippin'
Aye, don't worry 'bout what I been doin', just know that I been in the kitchen
And that shawty tryna stalk my life, she wanna know how I'm livin'
Yeah, and she wanna find out how I get bread, how I been gettin' it
But that was none of her business
Lil shawty, she been trippin'
Ain't seen that girl in a minute
But I told that girl come with it
And I gotta go bring that pack down, I been on a mission
And I always got some work to do, lil boy, so I'm never finished
No I'm never finished, I can't quit
Your shawty, she don't want my love, she don't even want a bit
And all my homies out the 843, they tryna get rich
If you tryna hang with them, they'll pass you a ball or give you a brick
And that lil boy ain't from the block, he can't come in, nah he don't fit
Nah, he don't fit, nah he don't mix
Runnin' up my money like Lilo & Stitch
Posted up somewhere and I got the stick
If she got the sauce then I got the drip
If I got the mouth then she got the lip
And he try to copy the way that I live
It's family ties, can't come in here
I keep that C4 in case he get near
Whoa
Yeah
TK
Trippin', again
Yeah, like I don't gotta say a word 'cause she been trippin'
Aye, don't worry 'bout what I been doin', just know that I been in the kitchen
And that shawty tryna stalk my life, she wanna know how I'm livin'
Yeah, and she wanna find out how I get bread, how I been gettin' it
But that was none of her business
Lil shawty, she been trippin'
Ain't seen that girl in a minute
But I told that girl come with it
And I gotta go bring that pack down, I been on a mission
And I always got some work to do, lil boy, so I'm never finished
No I'm never finished, I can't quit
Your shawty, she don't want my love, she don't even want a bit
And all my homies out the 843, they tryna get rich
If you tryna hang with them, they'll pass you a ball or give you a brick
And that lil boy ain't from the block, he can't come in, nah he don't fit
Nah, he don't fit, nah he don't mix
Runnin' up my money like Lilo & Stitch
Posted up somewhere and I got the stick
If she got the sauce then I got the drip
If I got the mouth then she got the lip
And he try to copy the way that I live
It's family ties, can't come in here
I keep that C4 in case he get near
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Writer(s): Treyvis Evans
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