TRIP
This beat is so fucked, this beat is so jiggy
Uh-uh-uh
What a time, what a day
Ride around town, what a life that I made
Top down coupe, bought a block and I came
Same clique here, reppin' C on the chain (same one)
She gave top on her knees, call her bae
Fifty pulled up with the cups and the cake
Count a few bucks when the money inflates
I ain't in a rush 'cause we did it my way
But there's money right here, so you better not trip, uh
Oh-oh, yeah
Shawty, don't trip, yeah
Shawty, don't trip, check
Shawty, don't, uh, ayy, yeah
Shawty, don't trip
Shawty, don't trip, yeah
Shawty, don't trip
Slow down, where did this year go?
I don't know, pour up some miracles
Take it slow, cold made her lose control
No, she don't roll with the typical
Booty so big like a bus off the lot
Groupies in the cut telling us 'bout their job (woo)
Beauty in the rut 'til you get to the top
Man, the circle got smaller and it ain't my fault
Let's not go fast, uh
Shawty brought her friends with the lip gloss damn near dripping
She got that ass, uh
Bad bitch, clique swear to God she catching feelings
Give me a call, come and fuck with me
I'm off the drugs, shawty, you can see
Call up the plug, we'll be rolling deep
She said, "I'm up, are you down for me?"
Shawty, don't trip, ayy
Oh-oh, yeah (ayy, ayy)
Shawty, don't drip, yeah
Shawty, don't drip, check
Shawty, don't drip, ayy, yeah
Shawty, don't drip
Shawty, don't drip
(I'm off the drugs)
Shawty, don't, uh, ayy
Shawty, don't trip
Fuck your pleasure, catch the picture quicker
All these motherfuckers can't stop us, ooh
Fuck the stripper, suck the dick in leather
Nappy-headed niggas can't watch that, ooh
I fuck with niggas with the bigger pictures
Bigger bitches give me bigger wishes
Trigger finger got me diggin' ditches
Don't be with the snitches, 'cause we pop them too
I'm runnin' and gunnin' around
Shawty be trippin', I cut up the sound
Loaded up, I be hunting these niggas like hounds
Mob on my back, we'll go pound for a pound
Muddy niggas from valleys, we flooded the town
Ducking some bullets, I'm ducking the clowns
You live the life to the fullest 'til you're not around
Man, fuck all the tourists, this city my sound
Uh-uh-uh
What a time, what a day
Ride around town, what a life that I made
Top down coupe, bought a block and I came
Same clique here, reppin' C on the chain (same one)
She gave top on her knees, call her bae
Fifty pulled up with the cups and the cake
Count a few bucks when the money inflates
I ain't in a rush 'cause we did it my way
But there's money right here, so you better not trip, uh
Oh-oh, yeah
Shawty, don't trip, yeah
Shawty, don't trip, check
Shawty, don't, uh, ayy, yeah
Shawty, don't trip
Shawty, don't trip, yeah
Shawty, don't trip
Slow down, where did this year go?
I don't know, pour up some miracles
Take it slow, cold made her lose control
No, she don't roll with the typical
Booty so big like a bus off the lot
Groupies in the cut telling us 'bout their job (woo)
Beauty in the rut 'til you get to the top
Man, the circle got smaller and it ain't my fault
Let's not go fast, uh
Shawty brought her friends with the lip gloss damn near dripping
She got that ass, uh
Bad bitch, clique swear to God she catching feelings
Give me a call, come and fuck with me
I'm off the drugs, shawty, you can see
Call up the plug, we'll be rolling deep
She said, "I'm up, are you down for me?"
Shawty, don't trip, ayy
Oh-oh, yeah (ayy, ayy)
Shawty, don't drip, yeah
Shawty, don't drip, check
Shawty, don't drip, ayy, yeah
Shawty, don't drip
Shawty, don't drip
(I'm off the drugs)
Shawty, don't, uh, ayy
Shawty, don't trip
Fuck your pleasure, catch the picture quicker
All these motherfuckers can't stop us, ooh
Fuck the stripper, suck the dick in leather
Nappy-headed niggas can't watch that, ooh
I fuck with niggas with the bigger pictures
Bigger bitches give me bigger wishes
Trigger finger got me diggin' ditches
Don't be with the snitches, 'cause we pop them too
I'm runnin' and gunnin' around
Shawty be trippin', I cut up the sound
Loaded up, I be hunting these niggas like hounds
Mob on my back, we'll go pound for a pound
Muddy niggas from valleys, we flooded the town
Ducking some bullets, I'm ducking the clowns
You live the life to the fullest 'til you're not around
Man, fuck all the tourists, this city my sound
Credits
Writer(s): Bowen Sanderson, Corben Nikk Bowen, Michael Simpson, Ozcan Sayin, Ryan Agyagos
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