Don't Trip

(I gotta to change some shit)
Ooh aye, aye
Aye aye aye aye
Flexin' on a bitch (Flex) she want up in my whip
So I tell her step back, bitch don't trip, uh
I can see you trying to take a pic
You ain't slick, uh (Damn)
You can hop on the dick, if you trying to hit a lick
I always look sick, when I spit some shit, uh
A lyrical movement, to get your body moving
You should be groovin', why you acting stupid
Here let me come back, with a fucking attack
Hit you with the mac (The mac)
You stepping back (Steppin' back)
Cash in the sack, fore you get blown back, uh
This is how I act, when I'm trippin' off the yak
And I'm sippin' on the jack, somebody better hold me back
I'm a nice prick, (Yup) with some dope kicks
They call me the goat bitch, I am the shit
Hit you don't miss, (Nope) you can call me smith
Call me a blacksmith, the way I'm packing mac 10s

Aye aye, call me a blacksmith
Aye aye, the way I'm packing Mac 10s
Aye aye, call me a blacksmith
Aye aye, the way I'm packing

Stacking up my racks, till it hit the ceiling, uh (To the ceiling)
Stacking up some millions, but I ain't drug dealing, uh (Ain't no dealin')
Pack a few caps, but my caps ain't peeling, uh (They ain't peelin')
Pack a few bitches, but the scars ain't healing, uh
Bitch I'm killing, I'm a fucking villain
Run up in you building, better get to peeling
I'm stealing all the cash, watch me take off real fast
While you standing there, still trying find a way to bust back
But you ain't bout that (Bout that)
Sock it where your mouth at (Mouth at)
Cash getting fat, like aye bitch pass that (Pass that)
Tell me where the stash at (Stash at)
But you can't grab that
Stacking all these chips, like I'm playing blackjack