Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blake B (BURKHALTER BLAKE ALEXANDER)
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake B (BURKHALTER BLAKE ALEXANDER)
Songwriter
Lyrics
I ain't trippen on a ****
Naw, naw
Tripping on a ****
Naw, naw
Tripping on a ****
Naw, naw
Tripping on a ****
Naw, naw
Tripping on a ****
Naw,naw
Ok last I'm check I afraid of no **** check
Out thinking u dummy's patients chess
People think they gone try my best
Hmm next
Learn more when u talk less mess
So if u think u trying me
Hmm next
That's coming off my chest leaving them boys to rest
Like a H town classic
Don't none of the new shit compete with the best
Magno keke pimp c bun no need to say the rest
Texas flows from a Gemini no Kanye West
I'm just super S on the chest
While u work at a desk
I make boss moves **** I'm a vet
While u just living trying yo best
Crying for better day it's eye sweat
Asking for more credit be in debt
Make any move all the lady's and gents
They kno it's more moves than what's meant
I ain't trippen what a **** gone say bout me
He not big enough to run up on me
**** quick to talk shit when
they with they ****
But won't one on one me
Pussy ass ****
I don't need to pull a trigger
My tongue conceal but can lock and load and erase any figure
Be the next ****
I promise you gone hate me ****
That's just how I feel
Ah
I ain't trippen on a ****
Naw, naw
Tripping on a ****
Naw, naw
Tripping on a ****
Naw, naw
Tripping on a ****
Naw, naw
Tripping on a ****
Naw,naw
If u ain't kno bout now I'm a Gemini
Proud to be that guy
Quick to kill a **** who can't comply
Come on by
Price is right I'll knock u down
She come to me because I make her opposite of frown
U just that clown
That's clowning around always tryna hound
Hoping she give u a clue to go down
I goes downs
Like it's going down
This ain't nothing new
Worried bout the next **** like what he gone dew
This ain't mountain
U can't put this on this shelf
I sale out faster than a white mans new wealth
Or mama tagging ass with a belt
Remanice on times
I get em outta line
When I come
It's a crime
Cops like walk dotted line
Bitch I'm just on wine
Ya baby girl mine
I think she fine
I'll buck her down
She go couple rounds
How's that sound
Mmm
I like it it feels good she smooth
Remind me of me put me in groove
So I hit her with this wood
Now her mans lookin at melike **** what's good
**** what's good
But she like it so u should be good
Naw naw dam
My bad well **** treat her good
I can't help it it's understood
That u Fuck up and I'm her mood
And sad part bout it
This was all before the wood
**** now really what's good
I ain't trippen on a ****
Naw, naw
Tripping on a ****
Naw, naw
Tripping on a ****
Naw, naw
Tripping on a ****
Naw, naw
Tripping on a ****
Naw,naw
Written by: Blake B (BURKHALTER BLAKE ALEXANDER)