b#tch don’t run don’t trip
You might get put in spiff now
Got this pistol make it hit
These ten bug bin in my mouth
Got this bih’ checking her fit
You know I don’t f#ck with clowns
I be in this b#tch like sh#t
Mess with the gang you get f#cked in yo’ lane
‘lil b#tch like hold up wait
b#tch I’m a boss and I do what I want
Don’t know what else to say
Don’t give a f#ck what you getting sh#t on
Don’t f#ck ’round with the gang
Me and the choppa gon’ sit in the front
Big deuce deuce to your brain
Got my shooter Pippey Scotty gon’ make me catch a body
Yes we moving big truck bodies we swerving in big bodies
Rest in piece the lеgend Notti I’m top G in Bugatti
I’m fly guy got paparazzi rest in piecе to Ferarri
I’m big guy swerve Maseratti shout out to my boy Rozzy
You know we talk walkie-talkie like ‘lil bro do you copy
You know I’m a lucky lotti yeah ‘lil boy don’t you try me
You know I’m a lucky lotti yeah ‘lil boy don’t you try me
f#ck on the gang they mess up the payment
Gotta new slot that sh#t was just vacant
Beat his #ss down put him in the pavement
Gotta new choppa I’m ready to aim it
f#ck on the gang you is never made it
I am the doctor and you are the patient
Don’t really care put you in a bas#ment
Never come down ’cause you finna faint it
This ‘lil b#tch is on me
Don’t know why runway
Got this dude on runway
Put it on highway
This ‘lil b#tch is made now
Look at my bankroll
We gon’ make it up now
Watch me gon’ slay now
This ‘lil b#tch is on me told her that b#tch can wait now
Please gon’ wait now
b#tches run a race
They gonna f#cking rain
Big ‘o money finna rain
Y’all b#tches thought I was done
I mess ’round with this other kid I’m making the bands in the sun
You tryna get up on this beat Blur made it for me he the one
I don’t really care what you say this music sh#t to me is fun
You wanna mess ’round with the gang I bet that you should not
You mess ’round with this other kid you just might will get shot
I don’t really care what you on my pistol might get hot
I don’t really care what you say this music sh#t to me is fun
I don’t really care what you say
b#tch don’t run don’t trip
You might get put in spiff now
Got this pistol make it hit
These ten bug bin in my mouth
Got this bih’ checking her fit
You know I don’t f#ck with clowns
I be in this b#tch like sh#t
Mess with the gang you get f#cked in yo’ lane
‘lil b#tch like hold up wait
b#tch I’m a boss and I do what I want
Don’t know what else to say
Don’t give a f#ck what you getting sh#t on
Don’t f#ck ’round with the gang
Me and the choppa gon’ sit in the front
Big deuce deuce to your brain
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Lil IYCE Lyrics – Don’t Trip!