Why You Tripping (feat. Daja Rae)
I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way, up
I could take you're man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love
I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way up
I could take your man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love
Why you trippin' on me? I ain't trippin' on you
Your man's he a lame, get him touched, he a fool
Talk to me, baby, like, what is the move? You think that you special?
Well, come make a move, seen her ass at the store, mama's, what do you do?
Now you smilin' and shinin', I love how you move
You swear you love me, bae I swear I love you
Heard you fuckin' with me like I'm fuckin' with you
Up on the West with Tommy and Zu
Bustin' the coupe like I'm beatin' up guts, roll his ass call it dutch
Now I'm beatin' her up, baby, you special, let's go smoke a wood
Fuckin' with me, smoke his ass, just like shug
Smokin' some reefa, I'm chasin' this cheddar, hear it click, hear it pop, it's a beretta
Five foot two with the long pretty hair, I am a gangsta, I bought you a beer
Up in your purse, you holdin' the blick, shot his ass with some hollows
He started to twitch, I ain't clumsy, but for you, I might trip
She hittin' my phone, tryna meet the sosa, remember, them days trappin' off a motorola
Fuck, it's the cops, I ain't pullin' over, I ain't gon' stop, till im in a rover
Gotta couple people from sinaloa, don't love on me, baby don't kiss my boca
I'm not shakin' on hands, covid mask like ebola
I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way, up
I could take you're man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love
I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way, up
I could take your man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love
See it started at school, met this bad lil' bitch
Man she be on the six and I'm posted like wick
Shot his ass with this glick, roll his ass in this blunt turn his ass into runts
Brought her ass to the block, she ain't know it was hot
Baby here comes the cops, better hide my mop
She said she was new, she was straight from the zoo
But I'm keeping my cool, cause I know how it is and I know how to move, so I'm clutchin' my tool
I am what I am, and y'all not what y'all be, you ain't like me
Cause I'm a solider spitting bars so quick
And it's making them sick, throw the world in a ditch
On the west with some sticks and I'm posted like wick
I ain't asking for help, cause I'm spitting my game
And I'm writing my fame, just like John wane, and I'm blowing one day
Baby, wocki got me going lazy
I do not want a baby, but I can call you my little lady
Treasha, I do not want a skitta, but you can catch me with my people
Just know when you come keep a heata'
I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way, up
I could take you're man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love
I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way, up
I could take your man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love
I could take you're man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love
I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way up
I could take your man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love
Why you trippin' on me? I ain't trippin' on you
Your man's he a lame, get him touched, he a fool
Talk to me, baby, like, what is the move? You think that you special?
Well, come make a move, seen her ass at the store, mama's, what do you do?
Now you smilin' and shinin', I love how you move
You swear you love me, bae I swear I love you
Heard you fuckin' with me like I'm fuckin' with you
Up on the West with Tommy and Zu
Bustin' the coupe like I'm beatin' up guts, roll his ass call it dutch
Now I'm beatin' her up, baby, you special, let's go smoke a wood
Fuckin' with me, smoke his ass, just like shug
Smokin' some reefa, I'm chasin' this cheddar, hear it click, hear it pop, it's a beretta
Five foot two with the long pretty hair, I am a gangsta, I bought you a beer
Up in your purse, you holdin' the blick, shot his ass with some hollows
He started to twitch, I ain't clumsy, but for you, I might trip
She hittin' my phone, tryna meet the sosa, remember, them days trappin' off a motorola
Fuck, it's the cops, I ain't pullin' over, I ain't gon' stop, till im in a rover
Gotta couple people from sinaloa, don't love on me, baby don't kiss my boca
I'm not shakin' on hands, covid mask like ebola
I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way, up
I could take you're man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love
I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way, up
I could take your man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love
See it started at school, met this bad lil' bitch
Man she be on the six and I'm posted like wick
Shot his ass with this glick, roll his ass in this blunt turn his ass into runts
Brought her ass to the block, she ain't know it was hot
Baby here comes the cops, better hide my mop
She said she was new, she was straight from the zoo
But I'm keeping my cool, cause I know how it is and I know how to move, so I'm clutchin' my tool
I am what I am, and y'all not what y'all be, you ain't like me
Cause I'm a solider spitting bars so quick
And it's making them sick, throw the world in a ditch
On the west with some sticks and I'm posted like wick
I ain't asking for help, cause I'm spitting my game
And I'm writing my fame, just like John wane, and I'm blowing one day
Baby, wocki got me going lazy
I do not want a baby, but I can call you my little lady
Treasha, I do not want a skitta, but you can catch me with my people
Just know when you come keep a heata'
I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way, up
I could take you're man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love
I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way, up
I could take your man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love
Credits
Writer(s): John Calderon Sosa
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