Trippin' - Vince

And she got me trippin, trippin, trippin

Must be in what im sippin on

And you got me feeling optimistic

Feel like there ain’t nothing wrong

Need the Doja never do this sober

When you feel it yeah the vibe is strong

We got paper but we never folding

Hell yeah man the crew is on

This the same old thing

That we do all week

We going O.T.

just to go O. D

On these beats, but we puffin on C.B.D

Talking smack but it ain’t on DVD

It’s on Spotify, Apple, Tidal

The shits all free

Haven’t signed to no label

That’s the indie treatment

And we is the reason

That It’s killing season

Fuck what you believe in

Unleashing the demons

Me and Vince tryna find a way

Tryna' pave our lane

In the game

And it’s strange

'Coz we doing way different

And they got nothing to say

Time to pay your dues

And our crew is dedicated to make change

I’m B.L.N.D.

that’s the Q.C.

State

Big P.I.M.P.

just like what Fifty say

Don’t count my points up

My assists is straight

Even tho I fit the crown

I’d just throw it away, BLND!

Yeah, yeah!

Why is everybody trippin'?

(Why?)

Enemies around me better contemplate, yeah (They do)

Yeah, why is everybody trippin'?

I’m the type of dude

That you would hate to hate

I got too much on my plate

I need a drink

Dont give a damn about what anybody thinks

'Bout to lose my shit right now

I really need some reefer

Wish I could just book a plane

Straight to Ibiza

Straight up high

Im 'bout to elevate

Balled so hard for months

I need a vacay', eyy!

Grindin' out this music thing

Just watch me make it

I’m the heir to the throne

But it ain’t mine to take

They spaced out with the way i made this groove

They too hypnotized by how that body move

With this shit I ain’t got nothing left to prove

I’m the boss man crowd so stacked there’s nothin to improve

Yeah, yeah!

Why is everybody trippin'?

(Why?)

Enemies around me better contemplate, yeah (They do)

Yeah, why is everybody trippin'?

I’m the type of dude

That you would hate to hate

(BLND)

Yeah, flex too much might pull a muscle

City on my back

I feel like Nipsey Hussle, yeah!

Slappers every track

Leave that shit on shuffle

Vince is hoodied up

I feel like, feel like Russell

Threats I entertain

Then set the fade

Really I’m on edge

Coz they know where I stay

But I’m good like that

Hope I never catch a case

Sent the fam some flowers

There was not another way

Momma know that I’m never last

Why she called me Juan

I been rapping so fast

They should call me Mig Sean

This is our season

Coz we running shit

That some other shit

Ask about if you need sumn'

Playing back the re runs

(Vince)

Bout to go off in a bit

Now you know why I am the shit

Everyone’s sayin im better

It must be so hard to admit

Ready to take all them hits

Gotta stop throwing a fit

Got this crowd going lit

We the chosen ones you a bitch

Why is everybody trippin'?

(Why?)

Enemies around me better contemplate, yeah (They do)

Yeah, why is everybody trippin'?

I’m the type of dude

That you would hate to hate

Why is everybody trippin'?

(Why?)

Enemies around me better contemplate, yeah (They do)

Yeah, why is everybody trippin'?

I’m the type of dude

That you would hate to hate