Trippin’ On Me lyrics

[Chorus]
I got that blicky out
I keep a .50 on me
Every time she see me wit' it she be trippin' on me
I can't f*ck around wit' n*ggas they be switchin' on me
When I f*ck her from the back she get to drippin' on me
On me
I got it on me
I keep that .40 ain't no n*ggas pickin' on me
I just pulled it out my pants she get to lickin' on me
I be doing what you can't I know you sick lil' homie
All these blues a n*gga got look like I'm crippin' on me, n*gga

[Verse 1]
I can show you how to get it
I can count it up to 50
If a n*gga run up on me boy you know I got it wit' me
I keep a fully ain't no semi
She wanna f*ck but they don't tempt me
n*gga this F&N gon' get to rippin'
These lul' n*ggas need some ice skates you know they slippin'
And we slide when we ride through
Any n*gga get to trippin' we get right to it
All these pus*y n*ggas fishin' I see right through it
I been f*ckin' on this b*tch like whats the hype to her
[Chorus]
I got that blicky out
I keep a .50 on me
Every time she see me wit' it she be trippin' on me
I can't f*ck around wit' n*ggas they be switchin' on me
When I f*ck her from the back she get to drippin' on me
On me
I got it on me
I keep that .40 ain't no n*ggas pickin' on me
I just pulled it out my pants she get to lickin' on me
I be doing what you can't I know you sick lil homie
All these blues a n*gga got look like I'm crippin' on me, n*gga

[Verse 2]
I got my stick tucked
He got his b*tch f*cked
I'm the reason why that b*tch don't never pick up
Mask on block c*cked this a stick up
I kept it real with all them n*ggas why they switch up
Had his b*tch on me you know I'm big homie
I ain't rich homie but n*gga I'm the rich homie
She a freaky lil' b*tch she said to spit on me
If a n*gga try to rob me shoot the sh*t out him
I been poppin' percocets and throwin' in the pills
n*gga ask me where I been, pop...