Triflin’ - K Rino

Woah, we gonna send this one out to all those people who aren’t doing anything

with their life, ha

You know who you are

You laying around right now doing nothing listening to this song

Eating somebody elses food

Ain’t got no goals in life, you just sit on your stash

Don’t even wash your clothes, won’t even comb your hair

Not tryna help yourself, that’s how you wanna live

While you still unemployed, living at your mama’s crib

You told your son you broke, man you’s an evil dude

But you just left Poppa Doughs, paid for 5 people’s food

You got your income tax but never checked your bills

Went to the mall and spent 2 thirds on clothes, the rest on pills

Your partner loaned you money, but you ain’t grateful black

When you got on your feet, you never paid him back

You say that you a soldier, but you ain’t got no honour

You got 4 babies now, ran out on all their mamas

Don’t even got no car, damn sure don’t own no house

Your woman working hard, you at home on her couch

Homeboy you 35 but roaching like you 2

You’ll beat your woman up punk but you won’t fight no dude

Because you trifling, you so you so trifling

You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling

You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling

You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling

Let me tell you about these women out here

Your bro girl lost her man, you told him let her go

As soon as they broke up, you was knocking at his door

You say your money big, but girl you broke indeed

Don’t even like that dude, you just tryna smoke his weed

Your man work hard as Hell, best dude you’ve ever seen

You lay around all day, never cooking, never clean

Then you bring your girls around and gossip all night long

Then when he leave your ass you acting like he did you wrong

You ain’t got no etiquette, girl you’re so rude and loud

At the grocery store wearing those shorts with your whole booty out

Girl you got on Section 8 when you was young and fit

But now you 42 and fat and you still on that shit

You let dudes in your house even when your kid’s around

You told them fix some noodles, close that door and lay back down

Somehow your hair stay done, I know but I won’t tell

Your children looking like they homeless but you’re clean as Hell

Because you trifling, you so you so trifling

You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling

You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling

You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling

You say that you a thug and you say you run the streets

But you ain’t never did no work partner, you young and weak

You like to bully people because you’re soft and dumb

You’re scared to used your hands, partner you’d rather use your gun

Little mama you need a job, but you won’t trip about that

You base your life on how them women don’t love and Hip Hop act

You lie about going to school plus you pretend you work

You at the dollar store sneaking items in your purse

Dude all on Intagram, you fools don’t even think

Posting pictures them pictures of your pistols, drugs, weed and drink

Won’t teach your kids to read and homie that’s absurd

But when them nasty songs come on they singing every word

See you be lying, steeling, scheming, you’s a triple threat

Walked in your door at 4am smelling like stripper sweat

Ain’t got no bank account but acting like a boss

You got that brand new iPhone but yet your lights is off

Because you trifling, you so you so trifling

You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling

You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling

You so you so trifling, you so you so trifling