Yeah, trip out bitch I can't, trip bout hoes I won't
You out here trippin' bout that skank I get her, hit her throat
I'm in her guts, she said I'm top one, I know niggas know
Yeah, I know niggas know
Pop out the V and when we see him, get em, get em, get em, get em
Get em, get em, get em get em, get em, get em, get em, get em
Pop up out that cut i use my- and leave him stank
Can't even take you serious cause love a slut i can't
Wake up feel delirious, try come up off that dank
Drive dis bih like furious, I'm swervin' lane to lane
But I ain't never change up, These boys cannot change us
She think that I'm famous, I'm finna go, uh
Yeah, I'm finna go crush that
Rugar 556 that bitch so wicked it got kick back took her to the crib said we gon kick it but i hit that
Carrio just hit my phone, he with it, thats my main slat
Slat, wipe his nose, slime see em, then he get em, get em, get em get em, get em
She my slut, I know she heard it in my song
The words I say, I say about you in my song
This is a certified hood classic, Trapaholics Mixtapes