I Ain’t Trippin Lyrics
Let me ask a nigga somethin’
Why the price is high? Now why the feds in the city?
I’m the only nigga still gettin’ red in the city
Got my chain on in the trenches, bitch, I dear you come and get it
I [?] three times a day, me, Quaz and [?]
Only time I buy her watch is when a nigga say I can’t
Got a house full of drank, I got a house full of dank
She keep tellin’ me I can’t, bitch, I can
How I’m is if I ain’t, at the crib gettin’ face
Heard he took some, what he take? And, nigga, who from?
This a 2026, bitch, the new one, Ro’ face blue one
First M’s, I’ma few up, don’t like me, come and do somethin’
Even when I’m chillin’, bitch, I probably get on two hundred
My son walkin’, my daughter happy, I ain’t trippin’ (I don’t give a fuck)
My brother gone, the feds tryna come and get me
This Ro’ is presi’, bitch, not a dollar on the fifty (Phew)
Who am I? Call me the one who run the trenches
Put the fifty on the chop (Yeah), put a fifty on his top (Yeah)
If he say he from the hood, ask him if he heard the mop
You ain’t gon’ never hear no nigga that love me say fuck the streets
My young niggas, their shit sweep, like fuck the peace, they love the beef (Brrt, crazy)
My nigga [?], to two weeks and up a three, nigga
[?] don’t get caught on that road they couldn’t [cease?] (Iced Up Records)
I got real money that’s old as while their deal money was pro’s (Yeah)
Thought his work was seal for real, how you gon’ kill somethin’ and then told? (Ha)
Spin it up and watch it lock, this shit done spilled all in the stove (Skrrt)
I like Maybachs, not the truck, that shit for lil’ niggas and hoes (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to triple stack, I still ain’t eat, that’s why I’m geeked
Been rollin’ hard for like one week, bitch, I got brick money like Meech
You see what happened to Lil— now he can’t shit, nothin’ to speak (Shh)
Pour a six up in the peach, yeah, I got blick under my seat
Yeah, I got stick under my mink, all my hoes know that I cheat
I get love, nigga, on the West, but my heart belong to the East
Sold my bag, nigga, to the trenches, bought Rolls truck, that one
You can’t fuck with me if you tried, nigga, five million in cash, nigga
Trunk full of that gas, nigga, all on my lap
[?] if you want, they gon’ hear nigga got [?]
Who the richest bitch just kept to me, all this shit come back to me
Corner house that’s slappin’ weed, I told you I was actin’ rich
Two ‘Rari trucks and bag of [?], that’s just how we link up
If I ever make two billion, [if you loyal?], you get to keep one
They be, I am not the cheap one, I sell a lot of reefer
Dog food comin’ through the speakers
Just tell me you don’t need me, it’s hard to live with it
I’m takin’ it to the grave, I’ma die a real nigga
