If My Girl Find Out

Lyrics

[Intro: Starlito & Don Trip] Ahh shit Bro she gon' kill you I'ma be dead in a ditch somewhere [Chorus: Don Trip] I ain't been home in the last thirty days I been on the road, doin' shows, gettin' paid Room full of bitches, do whatever backstage Pop a pill, blow a kill, now they goin' both ways My old lady called, hit ignore on her Diggin' in the bitch guts like an organ donor Nigga this the life, you gotta feel me If my girl find out she gon' kill me Said if my girl find out she gon' kill me If my girl find out she gon' kill me Nigga this the life, gotta feel me But if my girl find out she gon' kill me If my girl find out [Verse 1: Don Trip] Call me Mr. Don Trip or mister pour it in her mouth Lady catch you and she probably throw a nigga out I ain't called all day, I'm preoccupied She ask me where I'm at, I'm trying not lie Tell her I ain't get no service, she like why you playin'? I seen you liking bitches pictures all on Instagram Damn, see she feed up all these independent posts About how these groupie hoes never want you when you broke I'm like here we go again, I'm like well she got a point But this bitch just did the splits like this bitch ain't got no joints I got all sort of lies for her soon as I get home If she don't buy it, take her shopping, buy her anything she want And she'll forgive me [Chorus: Don Trip] I ain't been home in the last thirty days I been on the road, doin' shows, gettin' paid Room full of bitches, do whatever backstage Pop a pill, blow a kill, now they goin' both ways My old lady called, hit ignore on her Diggin' in the bitch guts like an organ donor Nigga this the life, you gotta feel me If my girl find out she gon' kill me Said if my girl find out she gon' kill me If my girl find out she gon' kill me Nigga this the life, gotta feel me But if my girl find out she gon' kill me If my girl find out [Verse 2: Starlito] If my girl find out Don't post that shit online, don't want the world to find out Lately all my bitches, they been saving text messages Screenshotting the images, plan to present it as evidence Precisely why I never take them hoes to my residence Game sold separately, I ain't no celebrity When I wasn't wrong I was coming home to the same old questioning Wait, she gon' think I'm lying even when I don't She don't realize what I really want She like you so on your grind can't use your telephone I just realized I ain't never home It's 4 AM and this the seventh song [Chorus: Don Trip] I ain't been home in the last thirty days I been on the road, doin' shows, gettin' paid Room full of bitches, do whatever backstage Pop a pill, blow a kill, now they goin' both ways My old lady called, hit ignore on her Diggin' in the bitch guts like an organ donor Nigga this the life, you gotta feel me If my girl find out she gon' kill me Said if my girl find out she gon' kill me If my girl find out she gon' kill me Nigga this the life, gotta feel me But if my girl find out she gon' kill me If my girl find out