Trippin' Video (MV)

Why you always Trippin'
Why you always Trippin'
I got what you need
Bitch just look at me
I'm smoking all this weed
Why you always Trippin'
I got whatever you need
The money, the green just hit me, so why are you Trippin'
I don't even f*ck with the fiends
If they talking to me it's bout business, I'm not even Trippin'
When I'm shooting my shot I don't miss like I'm Scotty
These hoes going crazy, they all start Trippin'
But I already got me a girl and she wifey material
I'm making that baby my mission
I just went an payed my dues back, hold on check the news Jack
I told y'all I'm gon' do that, look at all these blue stacks
Ugh, I'm doing well and I'm not gonna front it
You say it's a facade but that just your assumption
Making bag after bag, selling out every function
Why the hell are you Trippin' yet, you ain't seen nothing
In my low, low, low with my bullet proof vest
Imma go, go, go, show 'em what I do best
Sending them shots straight through your chest
Getting perfect scores on every single test
Why are you hating on me but now that I'm next
But while you Trippin' bout it I'm signing my checks
Aye I'm really not tryna be mean cause you know that ain't even me (Ugh, Yeah)
But I'm just a cocky lil teen, addicted to money and weed (Ugh, Yeah)
I keep on out smoking you feinds, that's why they call me the King (Kush, Yeah)
These bitches keep talking to me, all of these bitches love me (Ugh, Yeah)
Whenever I'm poppin' its only an acid, it's never a bean
But don't get it twisted, when I pop outside to your party
You know that I'm strapped with a beam
Then I go and preform to a crowd with a sold out show
Bet y'all gon' hear their screams
Get geeked out off of the molly
Whatever you on but everybody gonna sing
Why you always Trippin'
I got whatever you need
The money, the green just hit me, so why are you Trippin'
I don't even f*ck with the fiends
If they talking to me its bout business, I'm not even Trippin'
When I'm shooting my shot I don't miss like I'm Scotty
These hoes going crazy, they all start Trippin'
But I already got me a girl and she wifey material
I'm making that baby my mission
I just went an payed my dues back, hold on check the news Jack
I told y'all I'm gon' do that, look at all these blue stacks
Ugh, I'm doing well and I'm not gonna front it
You say it's a facade but that just your assumption
Making bag after bag, selling out every function
Why the hell are you Trippin' yet, you ain't seen nothing
In the studio making these songs
Boosting my status, you know what I'm on
I'm giving the game a new style and sound for real cause ain't nobody got their own
Surpassing these rappers with everything that I been doing, while sitting chilling on my throne
Clutching a Smith and Wesson any second I'll prove like this choppa, my heart made of chrome
Yeah, you think my bars are clever (Huh)
I make this shit off the dome
Yeah, you think that you could do better
Dummy, I'm making music at home
You hit the studio, spending your money for hours but you can't even make a song
But me I just do it so effortlessly, when I hop on a track you know I'm in my zone
I go over it one time, two times, three times then it's over with, then I let go
It's my time, my time, and my grind is so strong, I can't ever let go
So rewind one more time cause I now you ain't know what I'm saying lil bro
But I'm tryin' I'm tryin' to show y'all that it's so f*cking easy to grow
Why you always Trippin'
I got whatever you need
The money, the green just hit me, so why are you Trippin'
I don't even f*ck with the fiends
If they talking to me its bout business, I'm not even Trippin'
When I'm shooting my shot I don't miss like I'm Scotty
These hoes going crazy, they all start Trippin'
But I already got me a girl and she wifey material
I'm making that baby my mission
I just went an payed my dues back, hold on check the news Jack
I told y'all I'm gon' do that, look at all these blue stacks
Ugh, I'm doing well and I'm not gonna front it
You say it's a facade but that just your assumption
Making bag after bag, selling out every function
Why the hell are you Trippin' yet, you ain't seen nothing