We Trippin’

Lyrics

[Intro: Doughboy Clay] (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas) 'Cause, bitch, we winnin' Oh And bitch, we trendin' [Chorus: Doughboy Clay] And bitch, we winnin' My niggas winnin', yeah And bitch, we trippin' (Bitch, we trippin') Now we trendin', yeah [Verse 1: Cash Kidd] Ayy A bitch got one time to tell me no and she cut off She say I'm bougie, yeah, that's how I'm meant to come off (Duh) Use that brain on you 'fore that 40 knock a chunk off, huh Put change on you, they gon' slide down like gumballs Since everybody swipers now, let's have a punch-off Puttin' numbers on them cards like a dunk-off Two bitches fightin' for my dick, call that jumpball Up the burner, make a pussy catch it like he fucked raw Niggas know we did that shh, it ain't unsolved F's on, my bitch bad like she flunked, dawg Whole time was workin', they thought I was takin' months off They call me Mr. Cut-a-Bitch-Off, she got one straw Told the bitch I'm broke, my son rich, but he stingy Left my Instagram page public so my ex can see me Just blew a hundred K, is this a dream? Somebody pinch me, huh Keep that four-four on me like Wendy [Chorus: Doughboy Clay & Skits] Bitch, we winnin' (Whole gang in this bitch, tenth Mob what we bang in this bitch) My niggas winnin', yeah ('Bout a dollar in this bitch, pop a nigga like a collar in this bitch) And bitch, we trippin' (On tip in this bitch, we don't trip, whole clip in this bitch) Now we trendin', yeah (Said she on me in this bitch, bet she fuck me like she know me in this bitch) [Post-Chorus: Doughboy Clay] We on tip like, "Do that shit," yeah We on tip like, "Do that shit," yeah, yeah (Uh) [Verse 2: HBK] Talk shit, I pull hundreds out my pocket, have a slap-fest That chopper make a nigga act right if he act left My plug call, I turn in my paper like it's a SAT test That's your bitch call, I drown in her pussy 'til it's my last breath These new days, y'all act like hoes, where y'all adam's apple? This 40 really in my hand, I ain't a battle rapper Bitch, I'm cruisin', gettin' money, I'ma smash you after And throw you out when I hit, I'ma have to after Money ain't everything, it's the the only thing Shit, I'm startin' to feel me and my niggas, we the only gang You don't see the bottom of the shores when you on the plane Still'll be a standup nigga even on a cane (Uh) I ain't got no feelings, my heart Novocaine That nigga thought that he was stuntin' 'til the Rover came You a well-known rat, boy, you owe the game The more niggas ridin' with you, then that's more to blame [Chorus: Doughboy Clay] Bitch, we winnin' (Bitch, we winnin') My niggas winnin', yeah (My niggas winnin') And bitch, we trippin' (Yeah) Now we trendin', yeah (Bitch, we get that) We on tip like, "Do that shit," yeah (Do that shit) We on tip like, "Do that shit," yeah, yeah (Do that shit) [Outro: Doughboy Clay & Skits] We leave, I got the whole gang in this bitch, ayy I told the opps that it's up in this bitch, ayy, ayy And bitch, we trippin' Whole gang in this bitch, Tenth Mob what we bang in this bitch Said she on me in this bitch, bet she fuck me like she know me in this bitch 'Bout a dollar in this bitch, pop a nigga like a collar in this bitch