Don’t Trip! lyrics

[Intro]
I just wanna get high (Whoa)
Pull up with this .45 (Ho-oe)
Cap, top, bullet, you straight lie (Whoa-oa)
Big, slatt, flip, big mob tie (Ah-ah)
(On god, kilo made the beat)

[Chorus]
Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip, yeah, don’t trip
Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip, yeah, don’t trip
Don’t trip (Go!)
Imma get these pack flipped
Big extendo on my hip
Damn, I need a shield
Bullets flyin’, I’m like “Yeah” (Brrt)
Imma get down with the vibe-vibes
Show you boy how to really get high
No, you cannot come inside
Don’t f*ck around, commit homicide (Yeah)

[Verse]
Hell nah, I ain’t trippin’ 'bout that b*tch
Imma keep countin’ and countin’ up digits
Rule number one: don’t trust these b*tches
Geek off the pack, I don’t even know, what is it?
Now everybody tryna get a lil‘ mention
I am a star, yeah, n*gga, you wishin’
Sit back, relax, just watch and y’all sippin’
Run down on the opp, lick
Boy, shoot if he talk, sh*t
Boy, you is not top tier
Wasn’t on that sh*t like last year
Now all of a sudden you bangin‘ this (Whoa)
Now all of a sudden you bangin’ that (Yeah)
Step up with this pistol pack
Put his name up in a pack
[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna get high (Whoa)
Pull up with this .45 (Ho-hoe)
Cap, top, bullet, you straight lie (Whoa-oa)
Big, slatt, flip, big mob tie (Ah-ah)

[Bridge]
I already knowin' these boy can’t f*ck with us
We gon' keep goin', keep goin' up
We don't got plans on slowin' up
I got plans on pourin’ up
Whippin’ the foreign, the doors up
Ain't ever see my shooter froze up
Ain't ever see my n*ggas fold up

[Chorus]
Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip, yeah, don’t trip
Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip, yeah, don’t trip
Don’t trip
Imma get these pack flipped
Big extendo on my hip
Damn, I need a shield
Bullets flyin’, I’m like “Yeah”
Imma get down with the vibe-vibes
Show you boy how to really get high
No, you cannot come inside
Don’t f*ck around, commit homicide
[Outro]
Yeah, mmm, yeah