Tripping lyrics

[Intro]
Antt did the track
You feel me
Come on
BeatGang
Ayy, ayy

[Verse]
Bae been actin' like she f*ck with me, can’t trust that b*tch (f*ck off)
Even after all the Louis grim, it's f*ck that b*tch (b*tch, please)
New ass, new titties, wouldn't touch that b*tch (Wouldn’t dare)
Tuh, ayy
If she a bad b*tch, doggy, I done hit her (I done been f*cked)
Shout out my last b*tch, I'm sh*ttin' on her n*gga
Yeah, it's a big difference (Duh), ain't he 5'2"? (Tuh)
b*tch, I'm a big n*gga, that's what cake do
I make that drake move (Baow)
We sellin’ platinum Cookie, they sellin’ K2
b*tch, I just did the Lam', and I did the Wraith too
Ho, I don’t give a f*ck (At all), no, you can't sit with us (Nope)
A couple thousand to the Reaper, he gon' send him up
n*ggas di*k suckin' for a feature, I ain’t into rappin' (I don't f*ck with n*ggas)
Make the b*tch swallow my seeds then I spin her after (f*ck on)
They like, "Preach, Dugg," ayy, I been a pastor
They like, "Teach, Dugg," we in a different class (Lame)
Rest in peace to Lil Cully, still ain't givin' passes (Baow)
Throw them fours up (Duh), we on the six with it (Big fours)
All my b*tches cold, ho, I'm a sick n*gga
b*tch, I got fifty on me, you with a rich n*gga
Heard they had fifty on me, I guess time will tell
I wear Amiris, b*tch, and designer belts
b*tch, you know Antt did the beat
b*tch, I talk sh*t for free, b*tch, I rain out for Skeet
I got my chain out for Reek, b*tch, I'm throwin' fours 'til I finish
b*tch, I pour up for my n*ggas who ain't got mail in a minute
I got pictures for 'em
To every ho who left the car, ayy, I got b*tches for 'em
My new b*tch is foreign, f*ck like she in a porn
Suck while I'm bendin' corners (Suck it up)
And now I'm mad, layin' up, b*tch, I'm into scorin' (Duh)
And now I'm mad, wearin' buffs, b*tch, I read a lot (Ayy)
Just make sure them b*tches tinted, I done seen a lot (I swear)
You got some soft, b*tch? Give my homie some (b*tch)
Off a dog, b*tch, b*tch, I made a honey bun
Shout out to KB, who? b*tch, the only one
These n*ggas ain't me (At all)
We just want a chip, from where? b*tch, the ABC
I can't miss sh*t, we got eight beams (Big drake)
Don't even ask what year, was 2018
b*tches know what's up
When they hear "Skrrt," b*tches know it's us
Ayy b*tch, you know I'm swervin'
She ain't suckin' di*k, boy, you know I curved her (Duh)
Fifteen hundred orange, b*tch, you know I'm nervous
They can't f*ck with us, they ain't up enough