Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trippin', artist - Lil Berete. Date of issue: 08.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trippin' |
| Ayo Skeem |
| Why you skeemin? |
| You know that we thug living |
| Reminiscing bout them days I |
| Had some drugs on me |
| Trying to reach right to the top |
| They tryna fall on me |
| And I got haters in my face |
| They tryna war with me |
| Please don’t start with me |
| Tell me why my close ones in my life |
| They in and out |
| Too much money |
| On me every time I need an accountant |
| And I go hard for my niggas that I lost yeah |
| And I’m going hard for niggas that I lost |
| Can’t nobody help me |
| And I keep keep trippin bout my homies |
| Ain’t had nobody we was trapping till we came up |
| Seen lot of bodies I can walk you to they graveyard |
| To the graveyard |
| Can’t nobody help me |
| And I keep keep trippin bout my homies |
| Had nobody we was trapping till we came up |
| Seen lot of bodies I can walk you to they graveyard |
| To the graveyard |
| Didn’t get no hand out |
| I’m the man now |
| And I got plans now |
| Hundreds in my hand now |
| I told my ex stay down |
| But she stand down |
| And imma stay in the top |
| Cause I ain’t coming down |
| I just took a flight |
| I want a land now |
| I just went and copped some drip in Atlanta |
| And I got many men try to kill me |
| I got no feelings tell me what you feelin |
| They don’t want no war now |
| We stuck up in the streets they shooting at the wrong one |
| And I ain’t never seen my niggas for so long |
| I only put my trust in niggas for the long run |
| For the long run |
| Tell me why my close friends |
| The in and out |
| Too much money |
| On me every time I need an accountant |
| And I go hard for my niggas that I lost yeah |
| And I’m going hard for my niggas that I lost |
| Can’t nobody help me |
| And I keep keep trippin bout my homies |
| Has nobody we was trapping till we came up |
| Seen lot of bodies I can walk you to they graveyard |
| To the graveyard |
| Can’t nobody help me |
| And I keep keep trippin bout my homies |
| Had nobody we was trapping till we came up |
| Seen lot of bodies I can walk you to they graveyard |
| To the graveyard |
| I just woke up I got 50 miss calls |
| Put my pants on she call me like a ringtone |
| Ain’t no problem I can meet you at your friends house |
| I’m come knocking knocking like a landlord |
| We ain’t with the fun shit |
| But we having fun yeah |
| Never thought these lyrics would have me living like this |
| I ain’t got no girlfriend I ain’t got no best friend |
| Got it on my own ain’t wait for no hand out |
| I keep on living life |
| These niggas keep on watching |
| Instead of pocket watching |
| Better keep a pocket rocket |
| And now I’m independent that’s a different type of profit |
| And all this pain I’ve been smoking trying to forget about all these problems |
| They don’t love us |
| They just want to see me looked up |
| They don’t know us |
| But we turned into a target |
| It’s been so long |
| I ain’t seen my nigga Sosa |
| And It’s been so long |
| I ain’t seen my nigga YB |
| Tell me why my close friends |
| The in and out |
| Too much money |
| I think I need an account |
| And I go hard for my niggas that I lost yeah |
| And I’m going hard for niggas that I lost |
| Can’t nobody help me |
| And I keep keep trippin bout my homies |
| Had nobody we was trapping till we came up |
| Seen alot of bodies I can walk you to they graveyard |
| To the graveyard |
| Can’t nobody help me |
| And I keep keep trippin bout my homies |
| Had nobody we was trapping till we came up |
| Seen lot of bodies I can walk you to they graveyard |
| To the graveyard |