Triflin’ lyrics

[Intro: Bootychaaain & Lil House Phone]
(Yo, Ned, turn that light down a little bit)
Du-du-du-du-du
Gwallah Gang, Awful, Nedarb
House Phone, House Phone, uh, uh
'Ful, ’Ful, 'Ful, 'Ful
(One, two, one, two, three, ayy)

[Verse 1: Lil House Phone]
Put your hands on your knees, come and swing my way now
Scam so much they delete her PayPal
She tryna f*ck with me ’cause she see I'm paid now
Too bright, n*gga throw on shades now
I'm a hot n*gga, number one top giver
I'm a thot n*gga, eatin' up the box, n*gga
I f*ck my white b*tch, she say, "Give me c*ck, ****"
Yeah, I got my hand on the trigger
And I ain't fell asleep, been up for two days
'Bout to take the coupe and scoop some Howlin' Ray’s
I like my b*tches dark and light and all shades
And like a barber shop, we catchin’ all fades

[Verse 2: Father]
Yeah, yeah, catchin' all fades
Tight like rope, we catchin’ all slaves
Girl, she a freak, it's not just a phase
Shawty get crushed and ate up like Lays
n*gga say that he cut, know he lyin'
Hit it from behind, it was red like Heinz
Red light, green light, I'ma get a fine, yeah
I don’t like somethin', boy, I'ma drop a dime
Triflin', boy, you know I told
Sold his dope then I f*cked his ho
Cappin' ass n*gga, yeah, he thought we was friends
n*gga outside, then he went back in
sh*t, got two guns, House, Mark, I know Denzel
Man on fire, yeah, I'm already in here
Hittin' on your b*tch, boy, you wrong, that's a female
n*ggas hatin' pus*y, I can tell he an incel
[Verse 3: Bootychaaain]
Catch me in your city, but only for the weekend
Shawty actin' bougie but I know that she a skeezer
b*tch, you goin' dumb when they hear me in the speakers
Playin' in the field, used to sittin' in the bleachers
Pull up on my bro, he still workin' on the visa
Tell me 'bout a ho, I'ma tell you you don't need her
Tell you you don't need her
Tell you you don't need her, workin' on the weekend
Party every day, never know when I'm leavin'
Know it's freak mom and you know I'm a freak b*tch
Sippin' on Tecate, flirtin' with your hombre
Tweakin' on a ho 'cause shawty actin' raunchy
n*ggas wanna dip 'cause they know that I'm saucin'
Still sl*t mom so you know that she boppin'
Know that she poppin', know that she pop sh*t
Too iced out 'cause it's lookin' like a latte

[Verse 4: Lil House Phone]
I'm on thirty milligrams with a b*tch, that's forty
I just took a bump, now I'm sh*ttin' in the party
When I'm with my old b*tch, sippin' gin and tonics
Suckin' on my balls while I roll my chronic

[Verse 5: Father]
She fast and she Crip, call that b*tch lil' Sonic
Lil' slow, but she cold, and she hooked on phonics
Sippin' on potent, and boy, I'm throwed on tonic
She love your bro 'cause I'm so demonic
[Verse 6: Bootychaaain]
You a bad b*tch, let me see that body
Do you work out? Do you do pilates?
I'ma sip this, I'ma sip on tonic
You a bad b*tch, so you act real naughty
Freak lil' ho, freak lil' shone
Do it on your knees, get on the floor
Get on the floor, get real low
You a lil' ho, act like you know

[Outro: Bootychaaain]
Okay, rain, rain, rain, rain