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Don't Trip (feat. WooMadeWops) Video (MV)




Performed By: Human
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Daven Shuman, Syncear Johnson
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Human - Don't Trip (feat. WooMadeWops) Lyrics




I ain't even trippin' 'cause I'm really with my friend

We got Glocks and they both different gens

Getting off, ain't nothing to my head

Do it in my sleep, ain't shit to a band

Why you wanna freak, make some money instead

You a lame and your bitch don't give you head

Crashing out, ain't nothing to a fed

They clean you up then put the rest to bed

I've been getting off, you can see it in my hand

Don't piss me off, 'cause I'm sticking to the plan

I'ma kill a nigga, he ain't heard what I said

I don't repeat, let this chrome hit his head

Grab the knife, cut him open instead

I wanna see why they call that nigga red

Hold on, let me process his death

I ain't even trippin, 'cause I'm really with my friend

All this money, gettin' tired of counting bread

Told your nigga let's do a drill, he start actin' like a fed

$hum' don't play, he only aiming for the head

Told me f*ck the mask, he wanna see that nigga dead

Gotta stand over him and fill his body up with lead

You said I'm trippin, but you ain't hear what I said

Just touchdown, I gotta put the bows to bed

If you don't get it, then it went over your head

Got some shit tucked, but we had $hum' drop instead

Wasn't tryna help, they was gon' leave me for dead

Like the last shot, only need one in the head

Woo, why you like this, I got pushed to the edge

Had to warn him, so he got hit in his leg

Keep pocket watchin, that's the reason why you beg

Like a dad when he see fun, time to take your ass to bed

I ain't even trippin, 'cause I'm really in my bag

Making all this money, your bitch love the way I stack

I'ma show it off then put it back in my bag

You made the scene, I made the plot, it was ass

Trappin' out the burbs, the white kids need a bag

Flying out to Egypt just to sell a twenty sack

Talking all that shit knowing it will get you wacked

Fifty on his head, I wanna see that nigga dead

I can't take it back, bitch you heard what I said

She like saying shit, she like playing with my head

I don't give a f*ck, I hit ok and press send

If she call them niggas, I'ma

If she call them niggas, I'ma go and press them

You know I don't trip, 'cause I shoot above the rim

If I air ball, then my brother shoot again

In the Wild West, free my brother out the pen
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English

I ain't even trippin' 'cause I'm really with my friend

We got Glocks and they both different gens

Getting off, ain't nothing to my head

Do it in my sleep, ain't shit to a band

Why you wanna freak, make some money instead

You a lame and your bitch don't give you head

Crashing out, ain't nothing to a fed

They clean you up then put the rest to bed

I've been getting off, you can see it in my hand

Don't piss me off, 'cause I'm sticking to the plan

I'ma kill a nigga, he ain't heard what I said

I don't repeat, let this chrome hit his head

Grab the knife, cut him open instead

I wanna see why they call that nigga red

Hold on, let me process his death

I ain't even trippin, 'cause I'm really with my friend

All this money, gettin' tired of counting bread

Told your nigga let's do a drill, he start actin' like a fed

$hum' don't play, he only aiming for the head

Told me f*ck the mask, he wanna see that nigga dead

Gotta stand over him and fill his body up with lead

You said I'm trippin, but you ain't hear what I said

Just touchdown, I gotta put the bows to bed

If you don't get it, then it went over your head

Got some shit tucked, but we had $hum' drop instead

Wasn't tryna help, they was gon' leave me for dead

Like the last shot, only need one in the head

Woo, why you like this, I got pushed to the edge

Had to warn him, so he got hit in his leg

Keep pocket watchin, that's the reason why you beg

Like a dad when he see fun, time to take your ass to bed

I ain't even trippin, 'cause I'm really in my bag

Making all this money, your bitch love the way I stack

I'ma show it off then put it back in my bag

You made the scene, I made the plot, it was ass

Trappin' out the burbs, the white kids need a bag

Flying out to Egypt just to sell a twenty sack

Talking all that shit knowing it will get you wacked

Fifty on his head, I wanna see that nigga dead

I can't take it back, bitch you heard what I said

She like saying shit, she like playing with my head

I don't give a f*ck, I hit ok and press send

If she call them niggas, I'ma

If she call them niggas, I'ma go and press them

You know I don't trip, 'cause I shoot above the rim

If I air ball, then my brother shoot again

In the Wild West, free my brother out the pen
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Writer: Daven Shuman, Syncear Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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