Trippin

Man I'm tripping
Chatting to a bitch
Now her man's be bitching
Call a doctor please
He's gonna need stitching
Left him on the curb
Like a car when the driver is tripping
He be what, aye
Man I'm tripping
Chatting to a bitch
Now her man's be bitching
Call a doctor please
He's gonna need stitching
Left him on the curb
Like a car when the driver is tripping
He be what, aye
I ain't gon cap
I was a pussy way back
I was a bitch a snitch
And a rat
Shout out the opps
and Chris and Mack
Shout out my maker
Shout out Isaac
I don't got beef
But you made me a cat
I turned to a puma
And now I'm back
Got a new glizzy
Got a mac for Mack
Don't forget Chris
Got a rat trap for that
Got a
Top shotta
I had to pay
Top dolla
Fake father
She call me daddy
She my daughter
Big ballers
This one pool
And I'm a monster
I'll Rock you
Big cat like
Knowles-Carter
Man I'm tripping
Chatting to a bitch
Now her man's be bitching
Call a doctor please
He's gonna need stitching
Left him on the curb
Like a car when the driver is tripping
He be what, aye
Man I'm tripping
Chatting to a bitch
Now her man's be bitching
Call a doctor please
He's gonna need stitching
Left him on the curb
Like a car when the driver is tripping
He be what, aye
Dripped up in some fake ice but no one even cares
Cause this fake ice is great ice it all looks bare
And this fake ice is so shinny it shine brighter than my teeth
But when I really try to smile I'm lighting up the whole street
I got cash on the left
Money on the right
Just found somebodies daughter
And she tryna spend the night
She calling me daddy
Am I the father?
Must be darth Vader
Cause girl want her
Just watch her go
She just dropped out of college
If I need some dough
She's got me with her wallet
The others know
That's just how I roll
That's just how flow
If I want it I got it
Im like ari'
That's just how it be
In my Louis V
Cause no one can stop it
Pocket
Cop it
Got it
Drop it
Here comes a cop
So Change the topic
If you really wanna try me
You gon' be the inside
Of a casket, boy that's tragic
Boy you will not survive
I got the ratchet, I won't have it
I'll turn you to a pie
With my bad chick, like a gadget
She's always on my side
I'm a tiger with my pew, Pull out the scope and I shoot
Who do I spy, oh it's you, Then I aim for your crew
Like what aye, count up the money it's blue
Lovin my girl and her crew, McDonald's lovin the zoo
Man I'm tripping
Chatting to a bitch
Now her man's be bitching
Call a doctor please
He's gonna need stitching
Left him on the curb
Like a car when the driver is tripping
He be what, aye
Man I'm tripping
Chatting to a bitch
Now her man's be bitching
Call a doctor please
He's gonna need stitching
Left him on the curb
Like a car when the driver is tripping
He be what, aye