Trippin'
Lyrics
You know
Uh, yeah
Tell me what is up
You mad about delays like it's a shoot for your song
Open your mouth you speaking up
You talk about respect, enough of that, I've had enough
Yeah, uh
For me the stakes are higher up
For me it's my career, for you it's showing up
Acting all pretty while the camera is on
Bitches acting like they are the baddest in the world
Gotdamn!
But this ho so ugly, my bro tried to stop me but he can't control me
Bitch who are you
Complain 'bout the person who's making a couple thou dollar clip for free
The fuck, uh, is wrong with you
His father in law's in the emergency room
I done tried to reach him while I'm with my boo
On a date, you keep ranting, now that shit means doom
You keep complaining, all bark but no bite
I'm getting my dick sucked while you out there crying
I told you the truth, I never lie
I done kept it real, a buck fifty all night
What even is sleep I just keep on working
Whilst you drinking wine with your friends, probably twerking
I'm working for bags, to get my girl a Birkin
You act like I don't do shit, just ask my girlfriend
Well damn
Then act like you ain't hatin on me
You was throwing shade, all the blame was on me
Yeah
Got texts from my homies
Said "they trippin" bro, "ignore what they saying homie"
Oof
The boys said that you crazy
That must hurt, or was it the wine that you're blaming (Hehe)
Fuck you are crazy
I said "hoes be trippin" you proved they be brazy
Gotdamn I'm awaiting
The hate you gon' post on your gram
I am craving
Thank you Aman-da
And Melina for getting me to this point
Spitting these bars I was made for this
Some might think this a diss
But I'm just throwing this
Out in the air like it's
TikTok, we throwing rice
Up in the air to confuse all these
Customers, what the fuck, I'm out here killing this
Woo
Bitch you couldn't get my dick up if you got naked
Did you get hit by a dump truck?
What the fuck is wrong with your face?
I still don't feel sorry even if that's the case
Now for Melina I don't know what to say
You act like you're real but you always been fake
Talkin shit about your boyfriend, act sweet to his face
Now I know what you're made of, I am ghost, you's a snake
Rah
Hahaha
Yee
Fuck this shit
We done?
Aight
Oof
You know
Writer(s): Kevin Drecht
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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