Boslen - TRIP lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] This beat is so fu*ked, this beat is so jiggy Uh-uh-uh [Verse 1] What a time, what a day Ride around town, what a life that I made Top-down coupe by the block that I came Same clique here, reppin' C on the chain (Same one) She gave top on her knees, call her bae Fifty pulled up with the cups and the cake Count a few bucks when the money inflates I ain't in a rush 'cause we did it my way But there's money right here, so you better not trip, uh [Chorus] Oh-oh, yeah Shawty, don't trip, yeah Shawty, don't trip, check Shawty, don't, uh, ayy, yeah Shawty, don't trip Shawty, don't trip, yeah Shawty, don't trip [Bridge] Slow down, where did this year go? I don't know, pour up some miracles Take it slow, cold made her lose control No, she don't roll with the typical [Verse 2] Booty so big like a bus off the lot Groupies in the cut telling us 'bout their job (Woo) Beauty in the rut 'til you get to the top Man, the circle got smaller and it ain't my fault Let's not go fast, uh Shawty brought her friends with the lip gloss damn near dripping She got that ass, uh Bad b*tch, clique swear to God she catching feelings [Pre-Chorus] Give me a call, come and fu*k with me I'm off the drugs, shawty, you can see Call up the plug, we'll be rolling deep She said, "I'm up, are you down for me?" [Chorus] Shawty, don't trip, ayy Oh-oh, yeah (Ayy, ayy) Shawty, don't trip, yeah Shawty, don't trip, check Shawty, don't, uh, ayy, yeah Shawty, don't trip Shawty, don't trip (I'm off the drugs) Shawty, don't, uh, ayy Shawty, don't trip [Part II] [Verse 3] fu*k your pleasure, catch the picture quicker All these motherfu*kers can't stop us, ooh fu*k the stripper, su*k the dick in leather Nappy-headed ni**as can't watch that, ooh I fu*k with ni**as with the bigger pictures Bigger b*tches give me bigger wishes Trigger finger got me diggin' ditches Don't be with the snitches, 'cause we pop them too I'm runnin' and gunnin' around Shawty be trippin', I cut up the sound Loaded up, I be hunting these ni**as like hounds Mob on my back, we'll go pound for a pound Muddy ni**as from valleys, we flooded the town Ducking some bullets, I'm ducking the clowns You live life to the fullest 'til you're not around Man, fu*k all the tourists, this city my sound