Tripping

(الألبوم: Young And Turnt - 2019)

Antt did the track
You feel me
Come on
BeatGang
Ayy, ayy

Bae been acting like she fuck with me, can't trust that bitch (Fuck off)
Even after all the Louis grim, it's fuck that bitch (Bitch, please)
New ass, new titties, wouldn't touch that bitch (Wouldn't dare)
Tuh, ayy
If she a bad bitch, doggy, I done hit her (I done been fucked)
Shout out my last bitch, I'm shitting on her nigga
Yeah, it's a big difference (Duh), ain't he 5'2"? (Tuh)
Bitch, I'm a big nigga, that's what cake do
I make that drake move (Baow)
We selling platinum Cookie, they selling K2
Bitch, I just did the Lam', and I did the Wraith too
Ho, I don't give a fuck (At all), no, you can't sit with us (Nope)
A couple thousand to the Reaper, he gon' send him up
Niggas dick sucking for a feature, I ain't into rapping (I don't fuck with niggas)
Make the bitch swallow my seeds then I spin her after (Fuck on)
They like, "Preach, Dugg," ayy, I been a pastor
They like, "Teach, Dugg," we in a different class (Lame)
Rest in peace to Lil Cully, still ain't giving passes (Baow)
Throw them fours up (Duh), we on the six with it (Big fours)
All my bitches cold, ho, I'm a sick nigga
Bitch, I got fifty on me, you with a rich nigga
Heard they had fifty on me, I guess time will tell
I wear Amiris, bitch, and designer belts
Bitch, you know Antt did the beat
Bitch, I talk shit for free, bitch, I rain out for Skeet
I got my chain out for Reek, bitch, I'm throwing fours 'til I finish
Bitch, I pour up for my niggas who ain't got mail in a minute
I got pictures for 'em
To every ho who left the car, ayy, I got bitches for 'em
My new bitch is foreign, fuck like she in a porn
Suck while I'm bending corners (Suck it up)
And now I'm mad, laying up, bitch, I'm into scoring (Duh)
And now I'm mad, wearing buffs, bitch, I read a lot (Ayy)
Just make sure them bitches tinted, I done seen a lot (I swear)
You got some soft, bitch? Give my homie some (Bitch)
Off a dog, bitch, bitch, I made a honey bun
Shout out to KB, who? Bitch, the only one
These niggas ain't me (At all)
We just want a chip, from where? Bitch, the ABC
I can't miss shit, we got eight beams (Big drake)
Don't even ask what year, was 2018
Bitches know what's up
When they hear "Skrrt," bitches know it's us
Ayy bitch, you know I'm swerving
She ain't sucking dick, boy, you know I curved her (Duh)
Fifteen hundred orange, bitch, you know I'm nervous
They can't fuck with us, they ain't up enough