Don't Care What They On Lyrics

Sometimes I be Tripping

I'm still on a Mission

Your bitch in Missionary

Her new favorite Position

I got Blood in my Eyes

But Blues in my Britches

I just dropped my son off

I'm finna hit the Trenches

Yeah I'm finna work the Kitchen

Sometimes I be Tripping yeah

Sometimes I be Tripping

I'm finna throw my Shades on you know I don't play Holmes

I'm finna throw my Shades on you know I don't play Holmes

Old-School Loving like she's running to the Payphone

I'm posted at the Trap I'm here all Day long

And I don't give a Fuck don't care what They on

I break Her back one time she sing a Sad Song

I'm breaking Her back one time she sing a Sad Song yeah

You gotta Hear this through your Car or through some Headphones yeah

And I can't slow down on my Weed and my Styrofoam uhhun

Never thought I'd see you hate on me you from where I'm from like Jake from State Farm or the Bulldogs

I robbed the plugged then I took off

She give me face with no Make Up

I got the Fye on me no Taser

She drank the Drank with no Chaser

My pockets look I'm a Banker

She bend it over so I spank her

I got a Family and I'm thankful

Sometimes I be Tripping

I'm still on a Mission

Your bitch in Missionary

Her new favorite Position

I got Blood in my Eyes

But Blues in my Britches

I just dropped my son off

I'm finna hit the Trenches

Yeah I'm finna work the Kitchen