Lyrics Trinidad James

Trinidad James

Quez

Alright dirt, let's go

(I'm too fucked up)

I'm too fucked up (4x)

I need a trippy bitch, I ain't with that cute shit (4x)

I'm too fucked up (I'm too fucked up) (8x)

My nigga what you need?

My nigga what you smoke?

My nigga what you drank?

My nigga pour a fo'

Nosebleed, nosebleed

My nigga, what you snort?

I took a hundred shrooms

I need a hundred more

I need a trippy bitch

She fuck on Hennessy

She got that Miley Cyrus

White girl shaking

Now watch her shake (bust)

Now watch her shake (bust)

Now watch her shake

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm still seeing spaceships on Bankhead,

I'm too fucked up

I need a trippy bitch, ratchet bitch

The one that like the drugs

She addicted to the club

Ain't with the cute shit

I'm looking for a hundred piece

That's got the real freak in her blood

I'm two fucked up, already doubled up

Bands'll get her naked like a birthday

Bougie, cute, gold digger

Hold up, you got the wrong nigga in the first place

I like to see her spread her legs in the two seater

Wet and hot, runnin' like a meter

Tellin' me, all she want me to do is beat it

Got her leakin' by the litre

So I eat her cause it's sweeter

I need a real trippy bitch when I'm fucked up

Ain't with that cute shit in my spaceship

Gas blowin' on your way out

Tell your homegirl to come in

Cause your ass can't stay here

Hell yeah I play with my nose,

Got powder stains on designer clothes,

I be rollin' off of them crystals,

Got a nigga brain feelin' like a launch missile,

God damn right,

Off that thizzle, Bitch I'm ballin, blow my whistle,

Smokin' on a Bobby Johnson,

Got felatio at my concert,

Knockin on them hoes tonsils (2x),

Got my cock all up in her noggin,

When I be shoppin',

And she callin' callin' me daddy,

Got road head up in that caddy,

And she the driver

And I can't explain nothin'

But I know one thing it was fatal,

I be higher than a motherfucker,

Fucked up, turn down for what?

I wanna fuck, she wanna fuck,

So we hit the BP to grab a rum,

Copped a Fiji and a box of magnums,

Hit that bitch with that arm and hammer,

Dope dick, stay focused,

Need a trippy bitch...

I got a 20oz, couple lines in it

... but sure I'm finished

Heart beat sound like I'm playin' tennis

Drinkin' Dr. Pepper, looking just like dentists

Looking for a trippy bitch

That cute shit I ain't with that

Ratchet bitches getting turnt up

Off a couple pills and a six pack

I'm too fucked up

My crew fucked up

My boo fucked up

They rubbed me up too much

That made me tough

So now I'm too turnt up on O-Zs of OG burnt up

I be in chronic city

Player fly to funky town

Codeine and prometh and tussin'

Next there to wash 'em down

Pop me a roxy, percocet

Or a lower tab

I'm on that molly, plus that Madonna

I'm going mad

... til the diz-ay I diz-ie

Set that shit back I'm crownin'

They still live by the now, fly

Need my bitches fire

I need my bitches hiz-igh

So high we gettin' sky

Til they can't take no more now they fly

They soakin' wet, never try

And overflow of supply

The truth they cannot deny

And givin' only a try

No ho, no owe me no lie

Keep dummy promises from me

The influence I'm under

But I'm on top of this money

Say, what's funny honey

Don't see no laughing stock

Not your Winnie The Pooh

But do want into your honey pot

Turn down the giggle box

Turnt up her kiss my spot

Gyrating and motivating on chemicals

Recreating Woodstock

I wish I would stop

Like they say turn down for what?

Before they turnt up, get crunk

I come to get niggas buck

And now they stuck with me

And trill and buck with me

I need a trippy bitch to come get fucked up with me

Hold up, man

Y'all just heard that shit?

Man, y'all playin'

Anyways man, where my homegirls?

I don't have groupies

I have homegirls

All my homegirls bob your head with me one time

Yeah