Tripping

(Antt did the track)

You feel me, come on

(BeatGang) Ay, ay

Bae been actin' like she fuck with me, can’t trust that bitch (Fuck off)

Even after all the Louis, grim as fuck that bitch (Bitch, please)

New ass, new titties, wouldn't touch that bitch (Wouldn’t dare)

If she a bad bitch, doggy, I done hit her (I done been fucked)

Shout out my last bitch, I'm shittin' on her ****

Yeah, it's a big difference (Duh)

Ain't he five-two?

Bitch, I'm a big ****, that's what cake do

I make that Drac' move (Bow)

We sellin’ Platinum Cookie, they sellin’ K2

Bitch, I just did the Lam', and I drove the Wraith too

Ho, I don’t give a fuck, no, you can't sit with us (Nope)

A couple thousand to the Reaper, he gon' send him up

**** dick suckin' for a feature

I ain’t into rappin' (I don't fuck with ****)

Make the bitch swallow my seeds then I spin her after (Fuck on)

They like, "Preach, Dugg"

Bitch, I been a pastor

They like, "Teach, Dugg"

We in a different class (Lame)

Rest in peace to Lil Cully, still ain't givin' passes (Bow)

Throw them fours up, we on the six with it (Big fours)

All my bitches cold, ho, I'm a sick ****

Bitch, I got fifty on me, you with a rich ****

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 throwin' fours till I finish

Bitch, I pour up for my **** who ain't got mail in a minute

I got pictures for 'em

To every ho who left the cray, I got bitches for 'em

My new bitch is foreign, fuck like she in a porn

Suck while I'm bendin' corners (Suck it up)

And now I'm mad, layin' up, bitch, I'm into scorin' (Duh)

And I don't mind wearin' buffs, bitch, I read a lot (Ay)

Just make sure them bitches tinted, I done seen a lot (I swear)

You got some soft, bitch?

Give my homie some

Off a dog, bitch, bitch, I made a honey bun

Shout out to KB

Who? Bitch, the only one

These **** ain't me (At all)

We just want a chip, from where?

Bitch, the ABC

I can't miss shit

We got eight beams

Don't even ask what year

Was 2018

Bitches know what's up

When they hear "Skrrt", bitches know it's us

Ay, bitch, you know I'm swervin'

She ain't suckin' dick, boy, you know I curved her

Fifteen hundred orange, bitch, you know I'm nervous

They can't fuck with us

They ain't up enough