Duwap Flow lyrics

[Intro]
(Oh-oh-oh, Dipper)
Oh, I ain't trippin' 'bout no b*tches
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I ain't trippin' 'bout no b*tches, I done did that befo'
b*tch, I'm talkin' 'bout that struggle, I done lived that befo'
Get mad about his b*tch but you can't get back this ho
We go real fast fo'sho, b*tch, I've been in that mode
Woah (Yeah)
I'm in that mode, let's go
Yeah, okay, let's go
Come on, AK equipped with a drum on
All the block ball hard like Drummond
Bad b*tch, and she ain't got none on
Look at your wallet, there's nothin' in it
And the 'za had to tap on in one minute
Should be mad at yo' b*tch 'cause I'm not a nina
Wanna f*ck with a champ', you can come with it
Bad b*tch, I told her come get it
b*tch, you gotta book your own flight
If it's smoke, it's on sight, turn the Owens Off-White
Lil' b*tch, I live a boss life
I done earned 'bout all stripes
Shawty said she wanna f*ck because she f*ck wit' tall guys
Shawty brought four of her friends, so I'm f*ckin' all five
And I named by Glock the judge 'cause it's gon' make 'em all rise
[Verse 2]
I'm comin' back on the other side
I cannot f*ck on no other guys
[?] winner, but I don't want fame, really I need me another prize
If you heard he a snitch, he not one of mines
She a sl*tty ass b*tch, she ain't one of mines
Nah, for real, I don't f*ck wit' those type
If you run up talkin' crazy, then you might lose your life
Tryna come up, think you shine it, then you might lose yo' lights
Don't bring your b*tch in, for real, 'cause you might lose your wife
Lil' b*tch, I'm worried 'bout my checks, I ain't worried 'bout no likes
I got Balencis on my feet, lil' b*tch, I'm not rockin' Nikes
And I've been hittin' this b*tch all week, it's time for her to catch a flight
Yeah, I've been catchin' flights, I ain't caught feelings in a minute
I'm sippin' codiene, got me finished
Lord forgive me, I've been sinnin'
And I've been tryna keep my distance, stay away from these lame-os
On my downfall they wishin', but I just know that I can't go
Yeah, [?] feelin' like kangol, diamonds hittin', rainbow
My lil' bro a lunatic, he like playin' with Dracos
I hope they don't find evidence, just make sure that they case closed
He mad 'cause I'm ahead of him, and whatever I say goes
I just hit yo' b*tch and then I told her maybe stay close
If we pop out, we shootin' out, we don't like to lay low
Yeah, I mean, unless it's twelve on the run
Yeah, I do not stay low 'cause I got a .30 and my gun