Been Trippin

[Chorus]
I'ma boy with this 'K real dome hitter
[?] nigga tryna leak I'm a post hitter
Fourth base I'ma home hitter
And if the bitch fuck with suckas bet a band that I won't hit her

[Verse 1]
Ayy, it's fifteen in this stick Shoutout Lil' Frank
Slide down yo' block, smoke a nigga like some fuckin' dank
Why I got bitches on the road bustin' hella plays?
[]FN 30 sendin' missiles like a fuckin' tank
Bitch, I'ma pro with this choppa I'ma real boy
8th-grade summer, started fuckin' with the steel toy
Nigga, sit yo' ass down you a lil' boy
Yappin' up in Neimans really fuckin' up them Bitcoins
Nigga Jublee that's my brother shoutout to the yacht
Blast niggas slick now he flinch shoutout to the Glock
I'm pullin' skits when it's cold makin' niggas hot
Green bean totin' how it throw with the red dot
You niggas simpin' to the bitch like I ain't hit
Shoutout Lil' Nahmir if you slide you get painted
I broke my ex-bitch heart she was basic
Bitch I'ma demon in these streets like I'm Satan

[Bridge]
We miles down chop up wakin' niggas up
Skirttin' in the runner with the heater bakin' niggas up
And I don't give a bitch shit, not my last buck
Tell the opp niggas, better keep yo' stupid ass tucked
Crest postin' on the S like the White Sox
Bitch, bustin' dicks smashin' out with the white box
And my Balmain pockets nigga five nine
Bitch brought tens so I'm finna take the night off

[Chorus]
I'ma boy with this K real dome hitter
[?] nigga tryna leak I'm a post hitter
Fourth base I'ma home hitter
And if the bitch fuck with suckas bet a band that I won't hit her

[Verse 2]
Snow bunny on the button like Kate Upton
Bitch I brought a hammer to the fight 'cause I hate thumpin'
Lil' bands 'cause it ain't nothin'
I just fucked two hoes and I think they got the same cousin
Crossin' traffic get spunky finna turn up
Slide in the whip get yo' silly ass burnt up
Faygo with some Act' finna pour up
Nigga drop the addy you would get that bitch tor' up
Pillow talkin' to the bitch why you dick holdin'?
I don't say shit niggas know that I be clip pullin'
Matter of fact, fuck that I be stick holdin'
Pull up to the party air it out rockin' Rick Owens
Spent ten on a whip that's a candy paint
Kodak yoppa clap a nigga like it's patty cake
7th grade thats the start of my trappin' days
5th grade I was playin' bitches I ain't have a bae
See a sucka on my live I'm gon' knock first
Pop first hundred round chops with spit a hot verse
And I'm bumpin' on these niggas sippin' Champagne
Beat yo' block up have your hood needin' Band-Aids
Where the nigga with the pole got me goin' fishin'?
Body on the stick toss that Carbon new extension
Blueberry pancake niggas whip flippin'
Now I'm never fuckin' with the strap 'cause I been trippin'
Bitch