Trippin lyrics
by Lunchbox
[Chorus]
Trippin'
I be trippin', uh
I know you don't rock with me
I be lifted, uh
What we sippin', not Lipton
My boy hit sh*t up
I know he gon' not listen
Pour that Tris', yeah, uh
Way we livin' not Christian
Not Christian, uh
Chrome Heart on me like I'm Christian
Not gon' listen, uh
She so bad, she not gon' listen
Not gon' listen, uh
di*k her down and now she listen
Now she listen, uh
[Verse]
I was broke, but no more, yeah
No more, yeah
Had no money, gave me FOMO, yeah
FOMO, yeah
Poured an eight, we need like four more, yeah
Oh yeah
She so bad, she might need promo, yeah
Promo, yeah
b*tch, I been gone, you know lately
My brain been gone, I'm not crazy
I got' stand tall, how a crane be
Money Crenshaw, I got gravy
I be just smokin' this dope, I feel lazy
b*tch, I am not a banjo, you can't play me
Keep a blick tucked in this coat, like I'm KD
Run up b*tch, you gotta go, tried to play me
[Chorus]
Trippin'
I be trippin', uh
I know you don't rock with me
I be lifted, uh
What we sippin', not Lipton
My boy hit sh*t up
I know he gon' not listen
Pour that Tris', yeah, uh
Way we livin' not Christian
Not Christian, uh
Chrome Heart on me like I'm Christian
Not gon' listen, uh
She so bad, she not gon' listen
Not gon' listen, uh
di*k her down and now she listen
Now she listen, uh
[Outro]
(Yeah)
(FOMO, yeah, flip)
(Yeah)
(Four more, yeah, flip)