Joe Stylez - Don't Trip lyrics
rate meI just whipped up a watch, try to get me a robot,
I just whipped up a watch, try to get me a robot,
Not a wrestler, a yes-er, not a wrestler, a yes-er,
I just whipped up a watch, try to get me a robot.
I just whipped up a watch, try to get me a robot,
Not a wrestler, a yes-er, not a wrestler, a yes-er,
Not a wrestler, a yes-er, not a wrestler, a yes-er.
I used to hit up the block, so I whip up a watch,
At the matter of time, bought a whip and then watch,
Fresh and deaf on the scene, tell me where is the chop,
I’m just trying to ball, hold is young as a jack.
My sweet tailor said the country gonna love me,
I’m looking like a fortune, you all looking like a budget.
Where your money at? You think you’re 28,
Give me a pea and watch me fucking run it back.
Whip from moving sit, it’s just like it’s heavy pricks burn,
Pop it up, it’s showing, now I show this heavy is.
I’m just trying to make it, now I’m running the latest,
All the look on them haters, they’re just haters, they ain’t me.
Got my ground from the bottom, tryin’ to hustle the ceiling,
All the hustles, they feel it, let’s get our hints on a million.
Get your hands out my pocket, try to get what I got,
‘cause I’m just trying to be me, you’re just mad that you’re not.
You know exactly what it is, every time we come through
That money gonna fleer, don’t trip,
When I pull up in the shit, make it rain on this street
Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip.
When I’m leaving with your bitch,
All my money up so you know what it is.
Nah, don’t trip.
I just whipped up a watch, try to get me a robot,
I just whipped up a watch, try to get me a robot,
Not a wrestler, a yes-er, not a wrestler, a yes-er,
I just whipped up a watch, try to get me a robot.
Got my head for the sky, chips, money, the same,
You’re saying I’m black ‘cause I’m running my game.
Have you slipped that I made, have you wasted the day,
Have recorded the whip, fast lane, no breaks.
Gotta race in this cash, so I’m matching the pedal,
Have you talking to guy, but I’m facing the devil,
Look at the face of my pezzal, ‘cause my money is time,
Get in here one at a time, I’m on my grind, ‘cause
You know exactly what it is, every time we come through
That money gonna fleer, don’t trip,
When I pull up in the shit, make it rain on this street
Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip.
When I’m leaving with your bitch,
All my money up so you know what it is.
Nah, don’t trip.
