Trippin' ft. Jaas Lyrics

Don't Trip

Ain't gonna trip no more

Yeah

Don't trip

Don't trip

Said I ain't gonna trip no more

I just can't quit trippin

Over the future

What we could've been (Oh)

Could all be so simple

I just can't quit trippin

Over the future

What we could've been (Oh)

Could all be so simple

Now at this point

I'm so poppin, I ain't gotta use no hashtags

Bands too big for my Balenci Hourglass bag

Hoes can stay mad

Been shining since undergrad

Why would I trade in my Benz for something average

I don't need a badge

Face card get us in the club for free

Section reserved under me

I ain't going if we ain't V.I.P

Security with me

Rather you see em or you don't

I ain't going back and forth with no bitch

This ain't no Aaliyah song

Too grown to be tolerating

Lil Duvals in niggas drawers

You can have the piss in the halls

My crib decked out with KAWS

Picasso's just because

Took the private elevator up the back so I ain't gotta walk

Model when I do

Like a through breezy do

I might hit the booty doo

While I'm rockin my daisy dukes

G5 when I fly

It's only two up in the coupe

I always wanted to be me

I be inspiring the youth

I just can't quit trippin

Over the future

What we could've been (Oh)

Could all be so simple

I just can't quit trippin

Over the future

What we could've been (Oh)

Could all be so simple

Banana peel opposite

When I pimp down the street

What you might call an entourage

Be my embassy

City behind her

Like her name is recliner

She got 99 niggas lined up to dine her

Yo absence don't mean a hill of beans

Got em huffin and puffin

Get with you a black girl no Hillary Duffin

Angel dust snuffin, they addicted to my act right

You up in my face

You must be single tonight

Can't get over the fact we pullin up in separate cadillacs

Got my foot up in the door

Now my feet is in Dior

Pullin up to the awards

Had to take my mama from that Ford Edge to a Jag

Bumpin 'Where the Party At' out the back of the Lincoln Nav

Savage as a Sag

Ain't gotta worry bout no doggy bags

Chef make it fresher that "Hello!"

When I pull up to the crib, where's my bib

I'm richer than Aunt Viv

Like my powder room with hers and his

You ain't gon catch me slippin

I ain't trippin for real (Forreal)

Trippin for real (Forreal)

Trippin for real (Forreal)

You can't catch me slippin

I ain't trippin for real (Forreal)

Trippin for real (Forreal)

Trippin for real (Forreal)

I just can't quit trippin

Over the future

What we could've been (Oh)

Could all be so simple

I just can't quit trippin

Over the future

What we could've been (Oh)

Could all be so simple

And I just can't get over you

And all the things we use to do

That's why I'm tripping

Yeah baby I'm tripping

And I just can't get over you

And all the things we use to do

That's why I'm tripping

Trippin

Watch ya step lil baby

Watch ya step

(Watch ya step)

Watch ya step lil baby

Watch ya step

(Watch ya step)

Do ya dance lil baby where you at

Where you at

Where you at

Where you at

Where you at

Where you at

Watch ya step lil baby

Watch ya step

(Watch ya step)

Watch ya step lil baby

Watch ya step

(Watch ya step)

Do ya dance lil baby where you at

Where you at

Where you at

Where you at

Where you at

Where you at