Why You Tripping ft. Daja Rae Lyrics

I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way, up

I could take you're man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love

I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way up

I could take your man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love

Why you trippin' on me? I ain't trippin' on you

Your man's he a lame, get him touched, he a fool

Talk to me, baby, like, what is the move? You think that you special?

Well, come make a move, seen her ass at the store, mama's, what do you do?

Now you smilin' and shinin', I love how you move

You swear you love me, bae I swear I love you

Heard you fuckin' with me like I'm fuckin' with you

Up on the West with Tommy and Zu

Bustin' the coupe like I'm beatin' up guts, roll his ass call it dutch

Now I'm beatin' her up, baby, you special, let's go smoke a wood

Fuckin' with me, smoke his ass, just like shug

Smokin' some reefa, I'm chasin' this cheddar, hear it click, hear it pop, it's a beretta

Five foot two with the long pretty hair, I am a gangsta, I bought you a beer

Up in your purse, you holdin' the blick, shot his ass with some hollows

He started to twitch, I ain't clumsy, but for you, I might trip

She hittin' my phone, tryna meet the sosa, remember, them days trappin' off a motorola

Fuck, it's the cops, I ain't pullin' over, I ain't gon' stop, till im in a rover

Gotta couple people from sinaloa, don't love on me, baby don't kiss my boca

I'm not shakin' on hands, covid mask like ebola

I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way, up

I could take you're man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love

I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way, up

I could take your man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love

See it started at school, met this bad lil' bitch

Man she be on the six and I'm posted like wick

Shot his ass with this glick, roll his ass in this blunt turn his ass into runts

Brought her ass to the block, she ain't know it was hot

Baby here comes the cops, better hide my mop

She said she was new, she was straight from the zoo

But I'm keeping my cool, cause I know how it is and I know how to move, so I'm clutchin' my tool

I am what I am, and y'all not what y'all be, you ain't like me

Cause I'm a solider spitting bars so quick

And it's making them sick, throw the world in a ditch

On the west with some sticks and I'm posted like wick

I ain't asking for help, cause I'm spitting my game

And I'm writing my fame, just like John wane, and I'm blowing one day

Baby, wocki got me going lazy

I do not want a baby, but I can call you my little lady

Treasha, I do not want a skitta, but you can catch me with my people

Just know when you come keep a heata'

I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way, up

I could take you're man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love

I'm about to pop my shit, just did my makeup, I'm lookin' like a baddie, feelin' way, up

I could take your man, but he'd rather call too much, with a little sample, he might fall in love