That’s why I be hanging around with the blue flags, you know, ’cause I’m in love with them blue bills

I might fry my brain, filling it with drugs and cocaine

Love driving me insane, fell in love with bottles, champagne

Yeah, baby, can you feel my pain?

Bruce Banner, the way my body build into rage

Your new boyfriend a lame

That boy chicken, chicken, something like Raising Cane’s

Where the molly at? I want it (I want it)

New guns, I want it (I want it)

Everything you’ve done, I done done it

Talking out your top, but then the Drac' start jumping

No music in the car, ’cause “Whaaa” is what you’re bumping

You probably hate it now, but I swear you’ll grow to love it

Throwing in the towel, I swear I’m way above it

No place to call home, so I’m just constantly running

This hoe is so trifling, I swear this hoe is so trifling (So trifling)

She got a roster, just recycling it

Taste the lean, bae, you might like it

Taste it, baby, taste it, baby, oh

Push 110 in this Mercedes, oh (Skrr, skrr, skrr)

Clearly, bae, I drive you crazy, oh

Body swole, but pockets lazy, oh

I might fry my brain, filling it with drugs and cocaine

Love driving me insane, fell in love with bottles, champagne

Yeah, baby, can you feel my pain?

Bruce Banner, the way my body build into rage

Your new boyfriend a lame

That boy chicken, chicken, something like Raising Cane’s

Pushing 110 up in the Escalade (Skrr, skrr, skrr)

Pretty sure that bitch is just out getting laid

Getting played, cut that little bitch up just like a taper fade

20 songs in one day, I swear everybody gonna know the fucking name

Yeah, everybody gonna know my fucking game

Swear to God, bitch, you’ll get killed if you try touching chains

Swear to God, bitch, you’ll get killed if you say the wrong names

Swear to God, bitch, you’ll get killed if you just—

Trifling

This hoe is so trifling

Swear this hoe is so trifling

I swear you’re always so trifling

Trifling

That hoe is so trifling

That hoe is so trifling

Hoe so trifling