I aint trippin lyrics

[Chorus: St Nick]
Take a b*tch out, she gon' pay the check
I ain't trippin' on a n*gga cuz I know I'm next
I ain't trippin' on a n*gga, he can get the Tec
I ain't trippin' on a n*gga they just wanna flex
Want the cash quick, I just want the check
I'ma get it out her ass and get it out her neck
We can [?]
We gon' roll him like a wood and we gon' f*ckin' win

[Verse 1: Lil Maru]
I ain't trippin', got a baddie from the hood
She impressive, she be rollin' all my woods
Dead foolies in my pocket like it should
You wouldn't gas a brodie even if you could
Get off me, baby on me cuz I'm next
I be hittin' straight dabs, I be tryna catch my breath
Hella hoes on my line, I ain't even tryna flex
You ain't never gettin' money, you ain't never gettin' checks
Baby said she like the way I sauce
She rollin' off the juggies, she can't even ask the cost
b*tches break the game, bullets flyin' through your walls
My homies gettin' money, we be trappin' out the halls
Baby off the molly now she talkin' to Jesus
I don't really ever catch you [?] Neiman's
She like "Maru how you doin'?" then she call me a genius
Why she always tryna play? I'm tryna vibe like a venus
[Verse 2: oso da relli]
I ain't trippin' on a b*tch if she be trippin' on me
And I ain't cuffin' you lil baby, b*tch I'm not the police
We come for neck and you know I had to hop on the beat
I feel like Jordan how I'm ballin' like it's 1993
She said "How you gettin' dough?" I said "Don't worry 'bout me"
Cuz if you trippin' 'bout what I'm doin' then you can hit the streets
Get to the bag by any means that means [?]
She said "Let's link", f*ck that I left that dumb b*tch on seen
These n*ggas talk, talk, talk way too much
If you lookin' for a handout well sh*t you outta luck
What's the difference between me and you? b*tch, you's a sl*t
I heard last week 3 n*ggas hit, damn hoe that's sus
Couldn't care less b*tch, I'm tryna run it up
Pop out at the f*ckin' party and you know we turnt up
I trippin' 'bout you baby cuz I'm gettin' to these bucks
Damn I had to get a bag, I couldn't really give a f*ck

[Chorus: St Nick]
Take a b*tch out, she gon' pay the check
I ain't trippin' on a n*gga cuz I know I'm next
I ain't trippin' on a n*gga, he can get the Tec
I ain't trippin' on a n*gga they just wanna flex
Want the cash quick, I just want the check
I'ma get it out her ass and get it out her neck
We can [?]
We gon' roll him like a wood and we gon' f*ckin' win