[Intro: K-Rino]
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

[Verse 1: K-Rino]
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

[Hook: K-Rino]
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

[Verse 2: K-Rino]
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

[Hook: K-Rino]
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
[Verse 3: K-Rino]
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

[Hook: K-Rino]
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