Crybaby Cash – Trippin’ Lyrics

I come from a city where they robbing
But i’m a trap nigga i don’t do the robbing
And my jeans ain’t never Robins
What you want
Everybody high we want pass time
Every time she hit my phone she always with that bitching
She just wanna talk bout who get mentioned
All she want is tea she just want Lipton
Grandma got a codeine prescription
She taught me bout the Bible i don’t even read the scripture
Fucking my fans bitch you bet not take no picture
She ask me where you been then said boy you know i miss ya
Go pick up my bag on the Westbank from my nigga
Couple hundred carts filled all up with liquid
I’m on papers i can’t smoke so i drink liquor
Big Balenciagas on my bitch that’s why she tripping
Yeah I got sauce like pasta
Nigga say they dripping cause they dressed in all designer
Nigga couldn’t get it he gon’ rent it from his potna
How you say you dripping out another nigga closet
You ain’t really pushing weight you still ain’t seen a pound yet
Can’t call you a trapper you just sell grams out of ounces
Bae give me a napkin cause that pussy got me drowning
Um lost my train of thought i still ain’t found it
Yeah it go down what you want
Ride around in Lyft 100 pounds in the trunk
I’m starting to really miss my bitch fly her down for the month
Put a pound in the air touchdown off a punt
Crazy 3 hours on a plane it’s gon’ change a nigga time zone
It’s too many rainy days bitch i just want get my shine on
I’m trapped in a maze and its still so amazing
How i still ain’t made it but reality gotta face it
It gotta move dawg don’t be a fool dawg
Ask Andre Drummond i snuck a half P on a cruise boat
I sold a cutie left with a Audi i had 4 Os
F*ck a nigga bitch new broken home guess that’s foreclosed yeah
Everybody high we want pass time
Every time she hit my phone she always with that bitching
She just wanna talk bout who get mentioned
All she want is tea she just want Lipton
Grandma got a codeine prescription
She taught me bout the Bible i don’t even read the scripture
Fucking my fans bitch you bet not take no picture
She ask me where you been then said boy you know i miss ya
Go pick up my bag on the Westbank from my nigga
Couple hundred carts filled all up with liquid
I’m on papers i can’t smoke so i drink liquor
Big Balenciagas on my bitch that’s why she tripping
Yeah i’m a big P seller
Money weed mailer, yeah
Your boyfriend wanna joce off me cause honey he’s jealous
But don’t let me tell it, yeah
The money keep coming yea
Bae take it off
Bad relationship like f*ck it we can break it off
Yeah they hate on me i swear to God bitch i hate y’all
To that bullshit i be blind like I’m Ray Charles, yeah
Can’t stop a bitch from liking roses
Can’t stop young niggas from wiping noses yeah
Can’t stop the hoe from trying to find closure
But i’m not the type to leave my heart open yeah
Can’t stop a bitch from liking roses
Can’t stop young niggas from wiping noses yeah
Can’t stop the hoe from trying to find closure
But i’m not the type to leave my heart open yeah
I come from a city where they robbing
But i’m a trap nigga i don’t do the robbing
And my jeans ain’t never Robins
What you want, run it back run it back
Everybody high we want pass time
Every time she hit my phone she always with that bitching
She just wanna talk bout who get mentioned
All she want is tea she just want Lipton
Grandma got a codeine prescription
She taught me bout the Bible i don’t even read the scripture
Fucking my fans bitch you bet not take no picture
She ask me where you been then said boy you know i miss ya
Go pick up my bag on the Westbank from my nigga
Couple hundred carts filled all up with liquid
I’m on papers i can’t smoke so i drink liquor
Big Balenciagas on my bitch that’s why she tripping
Can’t stop a bitch from liking roses
Can’t stop young niggas from wiping noses yeah
Can’t stop the hoe from trying to find closure
But i’m not the type to leave my heart open yeah