Dont trip too much
I spill my guts
Chain smoke them blunts
I dont really do much
Keep that little thing tucked
I aint 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 dont lie
You a little *** ** you aint down to ride, yeah
I just want tats on my face, yeah
I dont wanna **** just want face, yeah
Call my second phone, Kevin Gates, yeah
We pourin up the fo, its 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
**** your conversation
Dont trip too much
I spill my guts
Chain smoke them blunts
I dont really do much
Keep that little ting tucked
I aint talking big bucks
But she know i run it up
Keep that little thing tucked
I been on the xaxanies and the percies hit me slow
Trippin on some ***** my homies told me she a ho
But im screaming **** that try me imma bust that
I stay with them big racks i aint never trust no ho
I be on the road so much im never be at home
Gettin to the bag i cant ever let them know
I flex my ex yeah [?]
Ridin around i stay with my bro we pour a pint of that tec [?]
Dont trip too much
I spill my guts
Chain smoke them blunts
I dont really do much
Keep that little thing tucked
I aint talkingbig bucks
But she know I run it up
Keep that little thing tucked
Don't Trip