"Trip" lyrics
This is for my bitches, let me give you some advice (Yeah, ho; This for my bitches)
Don't buy that boy no shoes, or he gon' walk outside your life (Yeah, ho; Outside your life)
And you sad, have you hurtin', have you cryin' all night (Yeah, ho; Waah, waah, waah)
Been with him for some years, still ain't made your ass his wife (Yeah, ho)
Trust none because these bitches ain't your friend (At all)
In your face, know she fuckin' on your man, disrespectful (Like, what the fuck?)
Need a nigga all to myself 'cause I'm a handful (Handful)
Be glad you cut him off, that shit was stressful (Ah-da-da-da)
Since your mama in our business, tell that bitch to give you head
Tell that bitch to get up on her knees and fuck you through the bed (Baow, baow, baow)
I'm the one was there for you when they left your ass for dead (Grrah)
Tell that ho to grab a comb and let that bitch retwist your dreads (Grrah, baow, baow)
Spit on niggas, hit on niggas (Woo), shit on niggas (Woo)
It's plenty of 'em, so you never catch me trip on niggas (Baow, baow)
Spit on niggas, hit on niggas (Hm), shit on niggas (Woo)
It's plenty of 'em, so you never catch me trip on niggas (Ah-da-da-da)
Sleep with that phone inside your bonnet (Huh?)
Don't let him get you pregnant, make him use a condom on it (Okay)
That boy bitch-chasin' for so long
You better keep on runnin' (Vrrom-vroom), know he with another woman (Woo)
Can't be catchin' feelings, so just make his ass your homie (Ah-da-da-da)
That baby ain't gon' make him stay, you dumb-ass girl (Dumb bitch)
He don't love you, he just wanna fuckin' rock your world (Boom, boom, boom)
Get his daddy, you his mama, now that nigga is your stepson (Aha)
Don't believe shit a nigga sayin' through a jail phone (Stupid bitch)
This important, never post a man on your account (At all)
Keep it private, it ain't no need to announce (It ain't no need)
You can give that ass the world, still be fuckin' on some tramp (What?)
The other day, he all yours, but tomorrow he may bounce (He may bounce)
Since your mama in our business, tell that bitch to give you head (Yeah, ho; Huh?)
Tell that bitch to get up on her knees and fuck you through the bed (Yeah, ho; Baow, baow, baow)
I'm the one was there for you when they left your ass for dead (Yeah, ho; Grrah)
Tell that ho to grab a comb and let that bitch retwist your dreads (Yeah, ho; Pussy-nigga)
Spit on niggas (Huh?), hit on niggas (Woo), shit on niggas (Huh?)
It's plenty of 'em, so you never catch me trip on niggas (See that?)
Spit on niggas, hit on niggas, shit on niggas
It's plenty of 'em, so you never catch me trip on niggas (Ugh)
(Yeah, ho) Ah-da-da-da
(Yeah, ho) Ice Cream Girl
(Yeah, ho) It's me
(Yeah, ho) So you never catch me trip on niggas
Ah-haha
Don't buy that boy no shoes, or he gon' walk outside your life (Yeah, ho; Outside your life)
And you sad, have you hurtin', have you cryin' all night (Yeah, ho; Waah, waah, waah)
Been with him for some years, still ain't made your ass his wife (Yeah, ho)
Trust none because these bitches ain't your friend (At all)
In your face, know she fuckin' on your man, disrespectful (Like, what the fuck?)
Need a nigga all to myself 'cause I'm a handful (Handful)
Be glad you cut him off, that shit was stressful (Ah-da-da-da)
Since your mama in our business, tell that bitch to give you head
Tell that bitch to get up on her knees and fuck you through the bed (Baow, baow, baow)
I'm the one was there for you when they left your ass for dead (Grrah)
Tell that ho to grab a comb and let that bitch retwist your dreads (Grrah, baow, baow)
Spit on niggas, hit on niggas (Woo), shit on niggas (Woo)
It's plenty of 'em, so you never catch me trip on niggas (Baow, baow)
Spit on niggas, hit on niggas (Hm), shit on niggas (Woo)
It's plenty of 'em, so you never catch me trip on niggas (Ah-da-da-da)
Sleep with that phone inside your bonnet (Huh?)
Don't let him get you pregnant, make him use a condom on it (Okay)
That boy bitch-chasin' for so long
You better keep on runnin' (Vrrom-vroom), know he with another woman (Woo)
Can't be catchin' feelings, so just make his ass your homie (Ah-da-da-da)
That baby ain't gon' make him stay, you dumb-ass girl (Dumb bitch)
He don't love you, he just wanna fuckin' rock your world (Boom, boom, boom)
Get his daddy, you his mama, now that nigga is your stepson (Aha)
Don't believe shit a nigga sayin' through a jail phone (Stupid bitch)
This important, never post a man on your account (At all)
Keep it private, it ain't no need to announce (It ain't no need)
You can give that ass the world, still be fuckin' on some tramp (What?)
The other day, he all yours, but tomorrow he may bounce (He may bounce)
Since your mama in our business, tell that bitch to give you head (Yeah, ho; Huh?)
Tell that bitch to get up on her knees and fuck you through the bed (Yeah, ho; Baow, baow, baow)
I'm the one was there for you when they left your ass for dead (Yeah, ho; Grrah)
Tell that ho to grab a comb and let that bitch retwist your dreads (Yeah, ho; Pussy-nigga)
Spit on niggas (Huh?), hit on niggas (Woo), shit on niggas (Huh?)
It's plenty of 'em, so you never catch me trip on niggas (See that?)
Spit on niggas, hit on niggas, shit on niggas
It's plenty of 'em, so you never catch me trip on niggas (Ugh)
(Yeah, ho) Ah-da-da-da
(Yeah, ho) Ice Cream Girl
(Yeah, ho) It's me
(Yeah, ho) So you never catch me trip on niggas
Ah-haha
