Don’t Trip lyrics

Yeah, yah, aye

Yeah, aye, yeah

Don't trip too much

I spill my guts

Chain smoke them blunts

I don't really do much

Keep that little thing tucked

I ain't 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 don't lie

You a little bitch you ain't down to ride, yeah

I just want tats on my face, yeah

I don't wanna fuck just want face, yeah

Call my second phone, Kevin Gates, yeah

We pourin' up the fo', it's 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

Fuck your conversation

Don't trip too much

I spill my guts

Chain smoke them blunts

I don't really do much

Keep that little ting tucked

I ain't talking big bucks

But she know i run it up

Tucked

I been on the xaxanies and the percies hit me slow

Trippin on some bitch my homies told me she a ho

But im screaming fuck that try me imma bust that

I stay with them big racks i ain't never trust no ho

I be on the road so much im never be at home

Gettin to the bag i can't ever let them know

I flex my ex yeah

[speaks too fast]

Ridin around i stay with my bro we pour a pint of that tec

Don't trip too much

I spill my guts

Chain smoke them blunts

I don't really do much

Keep that little thing tucked

I ain't talking big bucks

But she know I run it up

Keep that little thing tucked

• Artist:JMIN
• Album:Don’t Trip