Who Trippin’ (On Yo Ass) lyrics

(sorry)
(Lucifer)
Sumn' special bout my words, n*ggas listen when I speak
Bussin' triggers, scorin' points, knockin' n*ggas off they feet
Better watch how you react, we gon' hurt you if you tweak
We can tell he doubt himself, we can tell that n*gga weak
She be *eyein [?]
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He- He- die- die- He gon die at any cost
All they assess holdin' money, we not carin' what they thought
I stay fitted up, you be ballin' out at Ross
I be stuntin', I got swag; not no drip, not no sauce
Slidin' on em', now they mad, I just learned a nеw trick
Send some demons to yo path, havе em' on yo ass quick

We gon make it tragic, doing great for magic
Know I'm always on the hunt, for you [?]
You be talkin' bout that gun like you really have it
n*ggas pull up tryna trip actin' like some faggots
Blxxdy hit you the spinners [?] oh we livin' lavish
Only doin' what you told, only doin' what you can
Even if you f*ckin' grown, n*gga, you are not a man
Spent your racks up on sum snow, but they cut it with sum xans

Run up on him for the point, he thought he was gettin' robbed
Imma' give my bro the work, he gon' finish up the job
You be simpin' like a b*tch, up a b*tch is you gon stop?
n*gga tried to dap me up, I ain't even finna' nod (x2)