Bouta Trip Lyrics

If it ain't about a bag

We can't even speak

They think it's sweet

Til I'm blowing like the horns up on this beat

Cornball speech stop talking loud

You ain't pumping fear

You on probation get out the car

I keep the pump in here holdup

Aye

I'm finna trip on em

Rey Mysterio off the ropes

I'm talking flip on em

Every time I see AintNoTalking he got that drip on em

Every time you see AintNoTalking extended clips on em

Try me

Let me know you getting sample vibes

Make the big screen I get to shooting like the camera guy

Watch yo tone as soon as yo voice amplify

This pole getting louder then you and I ain't never lied

Handle mine

Come up missing like Amanda Bynes

I get ticked off you get picked off like a dandelion

You better duck like you from Anaheim

Hate it or love it my name AintNoTalking

You gone remember mine

I'm bout beef and cheese

I'm talking big burgers

10 milli's drakkos

I'm talking big burners

Do em fairly odd

I'm talking Tim Turner

You spray it when you say it

I shoot let's see who spit further

I'm bout a trip on em

AintNoTalking stop tripping you gotta trip on em

AintNoTalking I'm bout a trip on em

They told me no talking

I betta trip on em

AintNoTalking no talking I'm bout a trip on em

All the way turnt up

I'm mr dash

But I'm known for the shot

Like I'm Steve Nash

I told her slide bring cho and some knee pads

If I want it I'm a buy it iont read tags

I told her 200 a week and I might claim her

Out of respect for the dead I cannot name her

Brother who made this beat this a banger

All day you see me on racks I'm like a hanger

Danger is real watch yo mouth when you speak to me

Starved by myself

You think you finna eat wimme

Yo shoes the price of my shirt

Don't speak to me

You popped up once I popped

Your a leech to me

I really go ham

Jay Z Kanye

Yo diamonds see through

Ciroc Bombay

Choose up

And I better be in yo top five

AintNoTalking going up

Little Einsteins

I'm the billy goat gruff

Lyrically I go nuts

Got bread like cold cuts

Pole tucked and no sluts

Money can't fold up

Ain't no one's in it

Everything 5 percent

Every my gun tinted

I'll have this whole party ducking like it's birds coming

Shorty thick and turn't

It's like she heard something

Boy if she broke on Scratch

Iont want nothing

Y'all ain't bumming how we be bumming so stop frontin