ybn nickybaandz – been trippin lyrics
[hook]
imma boy with this k real dome hitter
[?] n-gga trynna leak i’m a post hitter
fourth base imma home hitter
and if the b-tch f-ck with suckas bet a band that i won’t hit her
[verse 1]
aye
it’s fifteen in this stick
shoutout little frank
slide down yo’ block smoke a n-gga like some f-ckin’ dank
why i got b-tches on the road bustin’ h-lla plays
[?] sendin’ missiles like a f-ckin’ tank
b-tch imma pro with this choppa imma real boy
8th-grade summer, started f-ckin’ with the steel toy
n-gga sit yo -ss down you a little boy
yappin’ up in neimans really f-ckin’ up them bitcoins
n-gga jublee that’s my brother shoutout to the yacht
blast n-ggas sl!ck now he flinch shoutout to the glock
i’m pullin’ skits when its cold makin’ n-ggas hot
green bean totin’ how it throw with the red dot
you n-ggas simpin’ to the b-tch like i ain’t hit
shoutout lil nahmir if you slide you get painted
i broke my ex-b-tch heart she was basic
b-tch imma demon in these streets like i’m satan
[bridge]
we miles down chop up wakin’ n-ggas up
skirtin’ in the runner with the heater bakin’ n-ggas up
and i don’t give a b-tch sh-t, not my last buck
tell the opp n-ggas, better keep yo’ stupid -ss tucked
crest postin on the s like the white sox
b-tch bustin’ d-cks smashing out with the white box
and my balmain pockets n-gga five nine
b-tch brought tens so i’m finna take the night off
[hook]
imma boy with this k real dome hitter
[?] n-gga trynna leak i’m a post hitter
fourth base imma home hitter
and if the b-tch f-ck with suckas bet a band that i won’t hit her
[verse 2]
snow bunny on the b-tton like kate upton
b-tch i brought a hammer to the fight cause i hate thumpin’
little band cause it ain’t nothin’
i just f-cked two hoes and i think they got the same cousin
crossin’ traffic get sp-nky finna turn up
slide in the whip get yo’ silly -ss burnt up
faygo with some act finna pour up
n-gga drop the addy you would get that b-tch torn up
pillow talkin’ to the b-tch why you d-ck holdin’
i don’t say sh-t n-ggas know that i be clip pullin’
matter of fact, f-ck that i be stick holdin’
pull up to the party air it out rockin’ rick owens
spent ten on a whip thats a candy paint
kodak yoppa clap a n-gga like its patty cake
7th grade thats the start of my trappin’ days
5th grade i was playin’ b-tches i didn’t have a bae
see a sucka on my live i’m gon’ knock first
pop first hundred round chops with spit a hot verse
and i’m bumpin’ on these n-ggas sippin’ champagne
beat yo block up have your hood needin’ band-aids
where the n-gga with the pole got me goin’ fishin’
body on the stick toss that carbon new extension
blueberry pancake n-ggas [?] slippin’
now i’m never f-ckin’ with the strap cause i been trippin’
b-tch!
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