K-Rino - Triflin’ (Track 5 on Conception of Concept (The Big Seven #2) ) lyrics

Woah, we gon’ send this one out to all the
People who ain’t doing nothing
With their life, haha
You know who you are
You laying around right now doing
Nothing listening to this song
Eating somebody else’s food

Ain’t got no goals in life
You just sit on your stairs
Don’t even wash your clothes
Won’t even comb your hair
Not tryna help yourself
That’s how you wanna live
But you’re 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 five people’s food
You got your income tax but
Never checked your bills
Went to the mall and spent
Two 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

So what?
Let me tell you about these women out here

Your homegirl lost her man
You told her let him 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
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
Ain't got no etiquette
Girl you're so rude and loud
At the grocery store wearing them shorts
With your whole booty out
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
You say you run these 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 ‘bout 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 Instagram
You fools don't even think
Posting 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