You Trippin (feat. YFL Kelvin)

I ain't got no time for no hater or no critic I just wanna run up these bands and go missing Yo bitch on my line, she be telling me yo business It's levels to this shit you can't f*ck with me You Trippin It's levels to this shit this off the top this ain't no written I order my whip, I'm popping my shit, they want me to quit My Glock got no kick, I'm running these laps I'm passing everybody, oh my God, I'm getting too rich R. Kelly, on you niggas, pull my dick out and piss Man, I really hate you niggas, all I like is my bitch Man, you niggas is my sons, don't make me go get the switch Niggas no I'm outside and I keep me a blick When this green light hit that boy that's that switch talk Bullets flying and niggas dying, boy, don't get chalked I put it on, she say she like the way I get off Show me how much you like me, come and suck me till I get soft Flyer then a bird, but this a rocket, flashing through the streets Nigga, f*ck what you heard, I'm really serving, come and get a P Bad bitch curving, if it ain't worth it, I'ma let it be Trapping and rapping made it happen here, I'm posted on the three I ain't got no time for no hater or no critic I just wanna run up these bands and go missing Yo bitch on my line, she be telling me yo business It's levels to this shit you can't f*ck with me You Trippin Bitch I'm high asf, huh Don't test ya luck, huh Big body trucks, huh, big body whips And I keep them sticks, I just bought a zip Bitch, I'm geek as shit