Triflin’

Lyrics

[Intro: Bootychaaain & Lil House Phone] (Yo, Ned, turn that light down a little bit) Du-du-du-du-du Gwallah Gang, Awful, Nedarb House Phone, House Phone, uh, uh 'Ful, 'Ful, 'Ful, 'Ful (One, two, one, two, three, ayy) [Verse 1: Lil House Phone] Put your hands on your knees, come and swing my way now Scam so much they delete her PayPal She tryna fuck with me 'cause she see I'm paid now Too bright, nigga throw on shades now I'm a hot nigga, number one top giver I'm a thot nigga, eatin' up the box, nigga I fuck my white bitch, she say, "Give me cock, ****" Yeah, I got my hand on the trigger And I ain't fell asleep, been up for two days 'Bout to take the coupe and scoop some Howlin' Ray's I like my bitches dark and light and all shades And like a barber shop, we catchin' all fades [Verse 2: Father] Yeah, yeah, catchin' all fades Tight like rope, we catchin' all slaves Girl, she a freak, it's not just a phase Shawty get crushed and ate up like Lays Nigga say that he cut, know he lyin' Hit it from behind, it was red like Heinz Red light, green light, I'ma get a fine, yeah I don't like somethin', boy, I'ma drop a dime Triflin', boy, you know I told Sold his dope then I fucked his ho Cappin' ass nigga, yeah, he thought we was friends Nigga outside, then he went back in Shit, got two guns, House, Mark, I know Denzel Man on fire, yeah, I'm already in here Hittin' on your bitch, boy, you wrong, that's a female Niggas hatin' pussy, I can tell he an incel [Verse 3: Bootychaaain] Catch me in your city, but only for the weekend Shawty actin' bougie but I know that she a skeezer Bitch, you goin' dumb when they hear me in the speakers Playin' in the field, used to sittin' in the bleachers Pull up on my bro, he still workin' on the visa Tell me 'bout a ho, I'ma tell you you don't need her Tell you you don't need her Tell you you don't need her, workin' on the weekend Party every day, never know when I'm leavin' Know it's freak mom and you know I'm a freak bitch Sippin' on Tecate, flirtin' with your hombre Tweakin' on a ho 'cause shawty actin' raunchy Niggas wanna dip 'cause they know that I'm saucin' Still slut mom so you know that she boppin' Know that she poppin', know that she pop shit Too iced out 'cause it's lookin' like a latte [Verse 4: Lil House Phone] I'm on thirty milligrams with a bitch, that's forty I just took a bump, now I'm shittin' in the party When I'm with my old bitch, sippin' gin and tonics Suckin' on my balls while I roll my chronic [Verse 5: Father] She fast and she Crip, call that bitch lil' Sonic Lil' slow, but she cold, and she hooked on phonics Sippin' on potent, and boy, I'm throwed on tonic She love your bro 'cause I'm so demonic [Verse 6: Bootychaaain] You a bad bitch, let me see that body Do you work out? Do you do pilates? I'ma sip this, I'ma sip on tonic You a bad bitch, so you act real naughty Freak lil' ho, freak lil' shone Do it on your knees, get on the floor Get on the floor, get real low You a lil' ho, act like you know [Outro: Bootychaaain] Okay, rain, rain, rain, rain