[Intro]
I just wanna get high (Whoa)
Pull up with this .45 (Ho-oe)
Cap, top, bullet, you straight lie (Whoa-oa)
Big, slatt, flip, big mob tie (Ah-ah)
(On god, kilo made the beat)

[Chorus]
Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip, yeah, don’t trip
Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip, yeah, don’t trip
Don’t trip (Go!)
Imma get these pack flipped
Big extendo on my hip
Damn, I need a shield
Bullets flyin’, I’m like “Yeah” (Brrt)
Imma get down with the vibe-vibes
Show you boy how to really get high
No, you cannot come inside
Don’t fuck around, commit homicide (Yeah)

[Verse]
Hell nah, I ain’t trippin’ 'bout that bitch
Imma keep countin’ and countin’ up digits
Rule number one: don’t trust these bitches
Geek off the pack, I don’t even know, what is it?
Now everybody tryna get a lil‘ mention
I am a star, yeah, n***a, you wishin’
Sit back, relax, just watch and y’all sippin’
Run down on the opp, lick
Boy, shoot if he talk, shit
Boy, you is not top tier
Wasn’t on that shit like last year
Now all of a sudden you bangin‘ this (Whoa)
Now all of a sudden you bangin’ that (Yeah)
Step up with this pistol pack
Put his name up in a pack
[Pre-Chorus]
I just wanna get high (Whoa)
Pull up with this .45 (Ho-hoe)
Cap, top, bullet, you straight lie (Whoa-oa)
Big, slatt, flip, big mob tie (Ah-ah)

[Bridge]
I already knowin' these boy can’t fuck with us
We gon' keep goin', keep goin' up
We don't got plans on slowin' up
I got plans on pourin’ up
Whippin’ the foreign, the doors up
Ain't ever see my shooter froze up
Ain't ever see my n***as fold up

[Chorus]
Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip, yeah, don’t trip
Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip, yeah, don’t trip
Don’t trip
Imma get these pack flipped
Big extendo on my hip
Damn, I need a shield
Bullets flyin’, I’m like “Yeah”
Imma get down with the vibe-vibes
Show you boy how to really get high
No, you cannot come inside
Don’t fuck around, commit homicide
[Outro]
Yeah, mmm, yeah