Start Trippin (Shawty Fine)

Bitch i’m lit

I’ma go get it

Must be trippin

Trippin

Ain’t shit sweet but i’m looking like a lick now

One call get you hit now

We’ve been so geeked all goddamn week

I’ve been trying to go to sleep but I can’t even sit down

Told lil bitch I got it, so It ain’t trickin’

As long as the house got a stove and a kitchen

He don’t really care about a sofa, just give him a pot

A fork and a bow jar so he can whip it

Had to cut her off, the bitch start trippin again

Forgot his gun so he got caught slippin

You better run, I heard the feds listening

Outside of the house taking pictures

Fresh as hell ****, gone let ‘em flick up

In a three star hotel getting my dick sucked

Ain’t no telling what a hoe won’t tell

Don’t kiss, don’t tell

When she call my phone don’t even pick up

Shawty fine

But that don’t mean she mine

I might believe the lies

Well shit, sometimes

That lil hoe need to cry

Some love need to die

See you later, goodbye

I won’t even grieve about it

What is it to be sad about when a **** this fly?

I probably need to try

To hit the block with a binary trigger and see who die

You say that you into me? Hoe stop

I know you ain’t diggin me, bitch I’m a star

What is an enemy? I don’t have no opps

Just some **** who envy me

Might pull up SVR

Blow the horn like beep, beep, beep

My lil’ **** put you six feet deep

Chasing money i’ll rest when I’m resting in peace

Until then i’m a ball like a MVP

Had to cut her off, the bitch start trippin again

Forgot his gun so he got caught slippin

You better run, I heard the feds listening

Outside of the house taking pictures

Fresh as hell ****, gone let ‘em flick up

In a three star hotel getting my dick sucked

Ain’t no telling what a hoe won’t tell

Don’t kiss, don’t tell

When she call my ph