Trippin’ On Me lyrics

by

Waka Flocka Flame


[Intro-Skooly]
Yeah, I'm trippin' on em
They trippin' on me
I'm trippin' on em

[Verse 1-Skooly]
Oh
Its dead people in my basement
Get out of line, meet the people in my basement
I'm from where they dyin', and you won't find a way to make it
I'm involved with the Haitians, my neighbor's a racist
600 [?] benz, watch em hop out
600 dolls, fine friends, watch em c*ck out
They say I be puttin in too much work and I won't clock out
In the classroom knocked out, making b*tches drop out

[Bridge-Skooly]
Yeah, I'm trippin' on em
They trippin' on me
I'm sippin' on em
Them b*tches licking on me

[Hook-Skooly]
Louis shoe strings got me trippin' on em
And if them n*ggas trippin' we gone lift up on em
And if them b*tches fine get to clippin on em
My styrofoam dirty, I'm sippin' on it
And it ain't hard to tell that we flexing on em
And sh*t get hard as hell when the techs up on em
Even when I'm by myself don't trip up on em
That four-fifth is on em
[Verse 2-Skooly]
Boy you gotta, put your eyes on your mouth and n*gga watch what you say
This sh*t I'm sipping got me tripping, leaned until the next day
(Let's go, yeah)
And it take a lot to get this fly, a lotta weed to get this high
Raise my hand and touch the sky (I'm flexin, grrrrr)
No muscles, I'm a rapper, slash hustler
Like the hair on your head my n*gga I'm so above ya (We on top)
These n*ggas underpaid and still overrated
While us, we overpaid, and still underrated
They hate it

[Hook-Skooly]
Louis shoe strings got me trippin' on em
And if them n*ggas trippin' we gone lift up on em
And if them b*tches fine get to clippin on em
My styrofoam dirty, I'm sippin' on it
And it ain't hard to tell that we flexing on em
And sh*t get hard as hell when the techs up on em
Even when I'm by myself don't trip up on em
That four-fifth is on em

[Verse 3-Juicy J]
I got big knots, these n*ggas tripping
Ciga' and a double cup, I'm smoking and I'm sipping
Money out the ass, you get money out the ass (They shaking)
b*tch I'm still spending money from the past (oooh)
Balling like I'm Nash, on they ass like a rash
And I'm staying with the heat, you can call me Flash
Give me a cigar, b*tch you smoking trash
b*tches throwing ass, cutting up like a gash
Clean cup (mhmm) but its really dirty (mhmm)
Dope boy change (ching ching). It cost a birdy
They watching me, my life went Louis
It runs in my family, guy, call me Stewie
[Hook-Skooly]
Louis shoe strings got me trippin' on em
And if them n*ggas trippin' we gone lift up on em
And if them b*tches fine get to clippin on em
My styrofoam dirty, I'm sippin' on it
And it ain't hard to tell that we flexing on em
And sh*t get hard as hell when the techs up on em
Even when I'm by myself don't trip up on em
That four-fifth is on em, we trippin' on em
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