Triflin’

Lyrics

[Intro] Woah, we gon' send this one out to all the people who ain't doing nothing with their life, haha You know who you are You laying around right now doing nothing listening to this song Eating somebody else's food [Verse 1] Ain't got no goals in life, you just sit on your stairs Don't even wash your clothes, won't even comb your hair Not tryna help yourself, that's how you wanna live But you're still unemployed, living at your mama's crib You told your son you broke, man you's an evil dude But you just left Poppa Doughs—paid for five people's food You got your income tax but never checked your bills Went to the mall and spent two thirds on clothes, the rest on pills Your partner loaned you money, but you ain't grateful, black When you got on your feet, you never paid him back You say that you a soldier, but you ain't got no honour You got four babies now, ran out on all their mamas Don't even got no car, damn sure don't own no house Your woman working hard, you at home on her couch Homeboy, you 35 but roaching like you 2 You'll beat your woman up, punk, but you won't fight no dude [Chorus] Because you trifling, you so you so trifling You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling (So what?) You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling (Let me tell you about these women out here) You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling [Verse 2] Your homegirl lost her man, you told her let him go As soon as they broke up, you was knocking at his door You say your money big, but girl you broke indeed Don't even like that dude, just tryna smoke his weed Your man work hard as hell, best dude you've ever seen You lay around all day, never cooking, never clean Then you bring your girls around and gossip all night long Then when he leave your ass, you acting like he did you wrong Ain't got no etiquette, girl, you're so rude and loud At the grocery store wearing them shorts with your whole booty out You got on Section 8 when you was young and fit But now you 42 and fat and you still on that shit You let dudes in your house even when your kid's around You told them fix some noodles, close that door and lay back down Somehow your hair stay done, I know but I won't tell Your children looking like they homeless but you clean as hell [Chorus] Because you trifling, you so you so trifling You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling [Verse 3] You say that you a thug, you say you run these streets But you ain't never did no work, partner, you young and weak You like to bully people because you're soft and dumb You're scared to used your hands, partner, you'd rather use your gun Little mama you need a job, but you won't trip 'bout that You base your life on how them women don't love and hip-hop act You lie about going to school plus you pretend you work You at the dollar store sneaking items in your purse Dude all on Instagram, you fools don't even think Posting them pictures of your pistols, drugs, weed and drink Won't teach your kids to read and homie that's absurd But when them nasty songs come on they singing every word See you be lying, steeling, scheming, you's a triple threat Walked in your door at 4am smelling like stripper sweat Ain't got no bank account but acting like a boss You got that brand new iPhone but yet your lights is off [Chorus] Because you trifling, you so you so trifling You so-you so trifling, you so you so trifling You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling