Don’t Trip

Yeah, yah, aye
Yeah, aye, yeah

Don't trip too much
I spill my guts
Chain smoke them blunts
I don't really do much
Keep that little thing tucked
I ain't talking big bucks
But she know I run it up
Keep that little thing tucked

You count two two three I count five
Switchin' lanes hop in that suicide
No DMs with your hoe I don't lie
You a little bitch you ain't down to ride, yeah
I just want tats on my face, yeah
I don't wanna fuck just want face, yeah
Call my second phone, Kevin Gates, yeah
We pourin' up the fo', it's every day, yeah
We sippin' lemonade, pourin' a fo in the deuce
Hoe I got you mad my diamond [?]
But I could get you paid, livin' it day to day
Fuck your conversation

Don't trip too much
I spill my guts
Chain smoke them blunts
I don't really do much
Keep that little ting tucked
I ain't talking big bucks
But she know i run it up
Tucked

I been on the xaxanies and the percies hit me slow
Trippin on some bitch my homies told me she a ho
But im screaming fuck that try me imma bust that
I stay with them big racks i ain't never trust no ho
I be on the road so much im never be at home
Gettin to the bag i can't ever let them know
I flex my ex yeah
[speaks too fast]
Ridin around i stay with my bro we pour a pint of that tec
[speaks too fast]

Don't trip too much
I spill my guts
Chain smoke them blunts
I don't really do much
Keep that little thing tucked
I ain't talking big bucks
But she know I run it up
Keep that little thing tucked