Baby You Trippin’ lyrics

[Intro]
(Baby you trippin')
(Got the nina on me but that is nun' of yo bidness)

[Chorus]
Baby you trippin'
I got the nina on me but that is nun' of yo bidness
I stay in the kitchen
Like lil b*tch prolly' gettin' nut of me but she different
Keep on talkin' I'll cut yo ass off like scissors
Yes I'm widdit
I trap out the cut and post up in the trenches
Might as well f*ck with me cuz I swear to god I do not save b*tches
I just f*ck with these b*tches, then I count my riches

[Verse]
How am I trippin'
I gotta rob I'm trynna stuff racks in my britches
And what's the problem been finding f*ckin' with these b*tches
They can't help it I can't either I think it's cuz of my riches
f*ck it I gotta get it, ill pop yo nog and cеilin'
Who drug dealin'?
Better stop that sh*t cuz it might comе back to yo children
My bro be dealin'
But if a n*gga try em just know that them 30's came with children
And we ain't livin'
I'm smokin' stank u can tell by the odor
Whippin', with my chauffeur
Sippin' on the potion
And I put the car in motion
Now she wet like an ocean
All I do is ghost it
Smokin' on that slow sh*t u smokin' on that old sh*t
[Chorus]
Baby you trippin'
I got the nina on me but that is nun' of yo bidness
I stay in the kitchen
Like lil b*tch prolly' gettin' nut of me but she different
Keep on talkin' I'll cut yo ass off like scissors
Yes I'm widdit
I trap out the cut and post up in the trenches
Might as well f*ck with me cuz I swear to god I do not save b*tches
I just f*ck with these b*tches, then I count my riches