Racked Up Scrilla - Trippin' (feat. Rich J)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So that's all you gone hear
Tell me why you trippin
Tell me why you trippin
Don't know why you tripping I ain't even with ya
Asking bout who I been texting who be in my pictures
Blowing my line up talking crazy
Callin me brand new, callin me shady
Chill, be cool you ain't my lady
You know we don't love hoes, we don't love these hoes
We don't love these hoes, we don't love these hoes
Can't fuck with you no more, you coulda just played your role
But you had to do the most now I gotta let you go
Now I gotta let you go go go
I can't even stay
I remember those times you would be talkin down
When I'm tryna figure out a way
I be gettin to the money all day
You got too many excuses in the way
I can look at you and tell that you lie with that beautiful face
You is not showing no love you can not feel how I feel
You do not know what was real
I was just playin my part but you didn't play your position
I gotta keep you at a distance
So you can not get in your feelings
I gotta get doe on the mission
I'm aiming at all these hoes with precision
I gotta walk it like I really talk it
If she want it a playa bought it
If she wit me I don't ever doubt it
Get the hunnids and I make her count it
If she fuck me then she announce it
Never lost it cause I done found it
Crazy bitch be bout it bout it
She be trippin when I'm in and out it
Don't know why you tripping I ain't even with ya
Asking bout who I been texting who be in my pictures
Blowing my line up talking crazy,
Callin me brand new, callin me shady
Chill, be cool you ain't my lady
You know we don't love hoes, we don't love these hoes
We don't love these hoes, we don't love these hoes
Can't fuck with you no more, you coulda just played your role
But you had to do the most now I gotta let you go
Now i gotta let you go go go
And it's nothing but envy
I'm lookin at you, lookin at me
Lookin at the bitches that ain't wit me
I ain't need nobody
Only thing I need was a couple of glizzys
She servin that body
I give her that molly every time we in the city
We in the mud, I'm sippin syrup
She give me brain like she a nerd
If I hit it I make her squirt
Pop a bean and then she hit a perk
And if I'm woke, I wake her up
And we fuck before she makin up
In the kitchen she might bake it up
Know what she cookin, I ate it up
Told her to stick to the script
Never go act like a bitch
Need the clique to get rich
Remember we started from shit
Never thought that we can go harder than this
I was jus servin a brick
Remember they thought that we missed
But baby we made it
Don't trip, You already know what it is
Don't know why you tripping I ain't even with ya
Asking bout who I been texting who be in my pictures
Blowing my line up talking crazy
Callin me brand new, callin me shady
Chill, be cool you ain't my lady
You know we don't love hoes, we don't love these hoes
We don't love these hoes, we don't love these hoes
Can't fuck with you no more, you coulda just played your role
But you had to do the most now I gotta let you go
Now I gotta let you go go go

Written by:
Christian Booker, Richard Johnson

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