Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bigmarco
Bigmarco
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travis Turner
Travis Turner
Songwriter
Adam Pigott
Adam Pigott
Composer
Shamar Mccoy
Shamar Mccoy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
blaqnmild
blaqnmild
Producer

Lyrics

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
She outside with a (friend)
Her baby daddy is my (enemy)
I'ma trip out if you (cross me)
I get that dick up, she might (hurt me)
She outside with a (friend)
Her baby daddy is my (enemy)
I'ma trip out if you (cross me)
I get that dick up, she might (hurt me)
Come here, girl, bend it over, let a **** grab it
Everybody trippin' out, yeah, it's a smash hit
Yeah, show me how you trip out, you can't do it, watch out
Show me how you trip out, if you can't do it, watch out
Trip out, trip out, trip out, watch out, trip out, trip out, trip out watch out
Trip out, trip out, trip out, watch out, trip out, watch out (that lil' egg gon' come and trip out)
Watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out (if you king, trip out)
Watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out
Watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out, watch out
I run up on my enemies, I ain't never scared
When black drop the beat, I want the hoes on their head
I run up on my enemies, I ain't never scared
When black drop the beat, I want the hoes on their head
You ain't my friend, you always my enemy (run up on my, run up on my, run up on, run up on my)
I feel my enemy when he cross me (run up on my, run up on my, run up on, run up on my)
I feel my enemy when he hurt me (run up on my, run up on my, run up on, run up on my)
You ain't my friend, you always my enemy (run up on my, run up on my, run up on, run up on my)
I feel my enemy when he cross me (run up on my, run up on my, run up on, run up on my)
I feel my enemy when he hurt me (run up on my, run up on my, run up on, run up on my)
Crack that motherfucker whore (run up on my, run up on my, run up on, run up on my)
Tell a **** we ain't friends I be fuckin' on his hoe
I can't leave the hoe alone I like the way she drop it low
Fuckin' on, fuckin' on his hoe
Fuckin' on, fuckin' on his hoe, I can't leave the hoe alone
Fuckin' on, fuckin' on his hoe
Fuck, fuck, fuck fuckin' on his, fuckin' on his hoe, fuck fuckin' on his hoe
Get off that Don Julio act a foolio
That ass clappin', what you doin' with all that booty hoe?
Get off that Don Julio act a foolio
That ass clappin', what you doin' with all that booty hoe?
Drop it low, what you doin' with all that booty hoe?
Drop it low, what you doin' with all that booty hoe?
Drop it low, what you doin' with all that booty hoe? (Let's go, man)
Drop it low, drop it low what you doin' with all that booty hoe?
She outside with a (friend)
Her baby daddy is my (enemy)
I'ma trip out if you (cross me)
I get that dick up, she might (hurt me)
She outside with a (friend)
Her baby daddy is my (enemy)
I'ma trip out if you (cross me)
I get that dick up, she might (hurt me)
Hey black we got us one meyn
Written by: Adam Pigott, Shamar Mccoy, Travis Turner
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