Trippin lyrics

[Intro]
It's Mr. Mac
If uh, if you don't do what I say then
Don't be runnin' around sayin' that you do what I do
Mac

[Chorus]
They think I'm trippin', I'm like "what the f*ck they sippin on?"
Man I ain't trippin', I still run it while I'm sitting down
They think I'm trippin', I'm like "f*ck, they must be high now" (you high)
I run this motherf*cker while I'm lying down (I do)
Work, work, I'm not even tryin' dawg
Work, work, what you applyin' for?
Work, work, why you working dawg?
Middle fingers to the cops in the clouds fammo
I don't know why, I don't know why, I don't know why they jealous
I don't know why, I don't know why, I don't know why they trippin'
I don't know why, I don't know why, I don't know why they jealous
Okay, yeah I do, me and my people are with all the b*tches

[Verse 1]
They gettin' hairy pus*y, I'm gettin' Paris pus*y
They a gang of cats, I'm curiosity
You know what they say about that, curiosity killed the cat
And that's okay, I'm in the UK, and my team straight and your crew gay
But ain't sh*t wrong with that, ain't sh*t wrong with that
Don't get me wrong, there ain't no bullsh*t wrong with that
I call your girl bad weed cause she shake (wait, hold up)
I call your girl bad weed cause she shake
[Pre-Chorus]
Top down, heat on
Layin' down shotty with the seat gone
Blunt lit, fun b*tch
Foot on the gas like a drunk b*tch
Long hair, don't care
Two b*tches suck my di*k, none of that fake ass rapper sh*t
Two b*tches just sucked my di*k
Top down, heat on
Layin' down shotty with the seat gone
Blunt lit, fun b*tch
Foot on the gas like a drunk b*tch
Long hair, don't care
Two b*tches suck my di*k, none of that fake ass rapper sh*t
Two b*tches just sucked my di*k

[Chorus]
Work, work, I'm not even tryin' dawg
Work, work, what you applyin' for?
Work, work, why you working dawg?
Middle fingers to the cops in the clouds fammo

[Verse 2]
I ain't f*ckin' round with no lame hoes
They shoot straight but I don't even aim low
I ain't f*ckin' round with the same hoes
Unless the head super good and the chain gold
Uh, I got your b*tch out in some lace clothes
I made it rain in the day, she came rainbows
Uh, your girl rolled two and I blazed those
She just hung up on my di*k like a raincoat
Work
Work
Work
Work
I said work hoe
I said work hoe
I said work hoe
I said work hoe
I ain't f*ckin' round with no lame hoes
They shoot straight but I don't even aim low
I ain't f*ckin' round with the same hoes
Unless the head super good and the chain gold
Uh, I got your b*tch out in some lace clothes
I made it rain in the day, she came rainbows
Uh, your girl rolled two and I blazed those
She just hung up on my di*k like a raincoat
[Outro]
Work