Baby Smoove – Trippin Lyrics
Artist: Baby Smoove
Song: Trippin
Meech
Big house with a gate in the burbs
My new b#tch get on my nerve
Shit, I might kick her to the curb
But my old b#tch kinda worse
I just put a little Fanta with the syrup
Drink lean when I’m off my percs
Can’t do what I do, it won’t work
I just paid four-hundred for a shirt
Heard you got a good number on the Ds
Do fraud, but I buy all the beans
Not white, I done lost my sleeve
Why I pay so much for these jeans?
I just wake up want more lean
I just wake up want more cheese
Do a walk up, I don’t shoot threes
Ain’t none’ n#gg# play with me cheese
I just made cream soda my tea
How the f#ck you ain’t got no cheese?
I just bought a lil Glock with the beam
I can hit a n#gg# when I can’t see
It ain’t you, baby girl, it’s me
Buy the whole sixteen if it’s clean
There ain’t none’ n#gg# play with my lean
There ain’t none’ n#gg# play on the team
Big house with a gate in the burbs
My new b#tch get on my nerve
Shit, I might kick her to the curb
But my old b#tch kinda worse
I just put a little Fanta with the syrup
Drink lean when I’m off my percs
Can’t do what I do, it won’t work
I just paid four-hundred for a shirt
Heard you got a good number on the Ds
Do fraud, but I buy all the beans
In all white, I done lost my sleeve
Why I pay so much for these jeans?
Why I pay so much for these jeans?
God dammit Smoove, where yo sleeve?
God dammit Smoove, where yo Ps?
God dammit Smoove, where yo E?
Ain’t none’ n#gg# play with me
n#gg# play with me, he get seized
Ain’t none’, play with my green
Ain’t none’ n#gg# play with my lean
I just wake up, want more drop
Eighty grand in my watch, good eight in my pop
Love percs, let a thot b#tch play in my locs
Hunnid rounds on safe, yeah that dracy a chop
Three hunnid K on a brand new Wraith
Been dealing with pape, used to stay in the spot
I don’t chase hoes, rip soda and mocks
The only thing that I’m chasin’ is xannies with wock
Boxed up Porsche, call 9-1-1
Got so money oranges could’ve came with a shop
Purple AP, same color my sneaks
Sold out ‘fore I blink, got mine off top
Walk sh#t down, I ain’t squashing no beef
f#ck all that peace, press play and don’t stop
Eastside b#tch, met her down in West V
Used to sell out my Benz, now they raided, sh#t hot
I ain’t never worry ‘bout no hoe
Went broke, I ain’t going no more
f#ck n#gg#s, I be playin’ my role
I done made a hunnid thou off that Karo
I done made– off that Karo
Went broke I ain’t going no more, yeah
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Release Year: 2019