Yeah, yah, aye Yeah, aye, yeah Don't trip too much I spill my guts Chain smoke them blunts I don't really do much Keep that little thing tucked I ain't talking big bucks But she know I run it up Keep that little thing tucked You count two two three I count five Switchin' lanes hop in that suicide No DMs with your hoe I don't lie You a little bitch you ain't down to ride, yeah I just want tats on my face, yeah I don't wanna fuck just want face, yeah Call my second phone, Kevin Gates, yeah We pourin' up the fo', it's every day, yeah We sippin' lemonade, pourin' a fo in the deuce Hoe I got you mad my diamond [?] But I could get you paid, livin' it day to day Fuck your conversation Don't trip too much I spill my guts Chain smoke them blunts I don't really do much Keep that little ting tucked I ain't talking big bucks But she know I run it up Keep that little thing tucked I been on the xaxanies and the percies hit me slow Trippin' on some bitch my homies told me she a ho But I'm screaming fuck that try me imma bust that I stay with them big racks I ain't never trust no ho I be on the road so much I'm never be at home Gettin' to the bag I can't ever let them know I flex my ex, yeah Ridin' around I stay with my bro we pour a pint of that tec Don't trip too much I spill my guts Chain smoke them blunts I don't really do much Keep that little thing tucked I ain't talking big bucks But she know I run it up Keep that little thing tucked