Trippin lyrics

by

Quavo


[Chorus: Takeoff]
My b*tch is bad
And she ain't going for that
Got every colour Birkin bag
Just to make them b*tches mad
Balmains on her ass
Booty so big got to look when she pass
Im a let her drive the Bentley
f*ck it might buy her a Jag
Most of you n*ggas be trippin'
All of you n*ggas be trippin'
My n*gga what is you sippin'
That sh*t gon f*ck up your kidneys
Pop a pint and I come to my senses
Rich trappers trap in the trenches
My hoe she actin' like Catalina
So I send that b*tch on a mission

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
My hoe she actin' like Catalina
pus*y wet water like Aquafina
She the baddest b*tch ain't talking Trina
Put that dope in the kitty it's nice to meet ya
Migos show we packin' out arena's
Diamonds shining from across the bleachers
Feel like Ace Boogie when he left the cleaner
Can't see these n*ggas John Cena
Any n*gga want a feature no disrespect I'm a pull up with the nina
Nina make him do the macarena if he comin up short I'm a clean him
I am my brothers keeper told them bye Felicia cause a n*gga don't need em'
After I meet her then treat her and beat her then my n*gga I've gotta leave her
They say the drank is illegal my n*gga well I get it in like it's legal
Pimpin' this b*tch she gon bring me the money and di*k and the perc what I feed her
Still trapping off the Nokia
Me, Flippa, Offset, and Dre gon pour a pint in the liter
A zip in the two boy you teasin, get around broke n*ggas I get to sneezin, Takeoff!
[Chorus: Takeoff]
My b*tch is bad
And she ain't going for that
Got every colour Birkin bag
Just to make them b*tches mad
Balmains on her ass
Booty so big got to look when she pass
Im a let her drive the Bentley
f*ck it might buy her a Jag
Most of you n*ggas be trippin'
All of you n*ggas be trippin'
My n*gga what is you sippin'
That sh*t gon f*ck up your kidneys
Pop a pint and I come to my senses
Rich trappers trap in the trenches
My hoe she actin' like Catalina
So I send that b*tch on a mission

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Hol' up gang
Hol' up gang
Hol' up gang gang (gang!)
Me and my n*gga we passin' your hoe, we on the same thang
If you not there then we kickin' your door
My b*tch so bad she drinking the four
Beat it up beat it up beat the pot hoe
If she don't do it then she gotta go (uhh!)
Play with the snow
Allen Iverson I play with the snow
I'm Quavo Houdini
I'm havin' luck like I play with the Colts
All my n*ggas from the north
Pitch a hard ball Quavo John Smoltz
I wrap it put it on the boat
Cookie bag make a young n*gga choke
They say that she the b*tch gettin' it
She a bad b*tch gettin' it
Then where the f*ck is my percentage
Where the f*ck is my percentage?
Free my n*ggas gettin' sentenced
They say I'm going down in Guinness
I'm the realest n*gga in it
Nawfside they invented it
[Chorus: Takeoff]
My b*tch is bad
And she ain't going for that
Got every colour Birkin bag
Just to make them b*tches mad
Balmains on her ass
Booty so big got to look when she pass
Im a let her drive the Bentley
f*ck it might buy her a Jag
Most of you n*ggas be trippin'
All of you n*ggas be trippin'
My n*gga what is you sippin'
That sh*t gon f*ck up your kidneys
Pop a pint and I come to my senses
Rich trappers trap in the trenches
My hoe she actin' like Catalina
So I send that b*tch on a mission

[Verse 3: Offset]
I put my hoe on a mission
Go drop that dope off Mississippi
Actavis in and we sip it
We pimpin' that hoe make her listen
I had to take the little sentence
I gotta be there for my children
Talking to god while I'm kneelin'
Black and white lamb like a pilgrim
We put the north on the map
Pump by the head of the couch
Money took me different routes
I got a 9 in my crouch
Took off from the north and we elevated
I just be sippin' on Activated
We ready for war like a gladiator
f*ck her one time and eliminate her
Shorty a stallion
She looking like Kylie Jenner
I got a million
Bring the dope back I put di*k up in her
I was trappin' in the Honda Civic
The dope on the pot be done in a minute
Invested trap money it benefited
One call to the north bring a hundred n*ggas
[Chorus: Takeoff]
My b*tch is bad
And she ain't going for that
Got every colour burkin bag
Just to make them b*tches mad
Balmains on her ass
Booty so big got to look when she pass
Im a let her drive the Bentley
f*ck it might buy her a Jag
Most of you n*ggas be trippin'
All of you n*ggas be trippin'
My n*gga what is you sippin'
That sh*t gon f*ck up your kidneys
Pop a pint and I come to my senses
Rich trappers trap in the trenches
My hoe she actin' like Catalina
So I send that b*tch on a mission
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