Yung Redd - We Ain't Trippin lyrics

(*talking*) S-L-A-B baby, Dougie D Hollin' at y'all, know I'm saying we ain't tripping We bout to dose this, me and my family S.L.A.B [Hook - 2x] We S-L-A-B, and we be flossing and we flipping On a paper chase for the do', and we ain't tripping You done lost your mind, if you think you gon catch me slipping Always on our note, so in and out we gon be dipping [Jay'Ton] SK, wrecking the game and sitting throwed Four T.V.'s, in a big wide load Competition, with the trunk on glow Read it out, it say Big Mello Representing, through the parking lot When I beat the lot, they gotta call the laws Stop and pause, so it's drop your jaw Swinging a Lac, finna break the wall You can't stop us Showtyme flipping on choppers I be flipping, on my gla** With leather, under my a** When I be, stacking my cash I gotta be on shine mayn Playing with me, and I bring the pain S-L-A-B all on my chain, I love it mayn [Yung Redd] It's like one for the money, and two is for them hoes Three is for the drank, four pa** me the smoke You'll never see me riding, in any old Benz Unless it's jet black, on 20 inch rims I got more, Air Force than the government Every color pair I'm stepping out, trust me I'm loving it I never leave the house, without a single rubber Plus I crawl like Ringling Brothers, hoes love us Under the influence, catch me swerving Balling in a number six, like Julius Irving My watch and my chain, got me coughing and sneezing Still a young heathen, as long as I'm breathing You pay for a show turn it out, then I'm leaving The whether man told us, it's flossing season This year I got it made, I'm shining y'all Even though I got a deal, I'm still grinding y'all I'm off the block, see me sitting on 20's A red label Bentley, my tires too skinny Chain hanging to my nuts, I wear my jersey backwards And a gun on my waist, just to serve these actors Catch me and Trae, macking to a dime Easy to spit a rhyme, n***as still try to shine I got a Rolex, I got time on my hands Still pulling out a grand, I'm the motherf**ing man ha [Dougie D] Ok, what the deal do kin folk Playing them games, not a good idea though S-L-A-B, Dougie D all about the paper stacks b**h, I'm no hoe Constant grinding, hard on a mission In and out, the click be dipping Motherf**er, what the laws tal'n bout Thinking I'm off my note, look here b**h y'all tripping Mashing gas, and smash on co*kroaches In the midst of a kind, I'm still smoking Ah come on, don't be so shallow f**ing around, I'll leave your chest wide open b**h made, mark n***as can't see me Swallow 'em up, and shut 'em out like feces Sold do' in a motherf**ing mayn Keep it funky, in the place that we be [Hook - 2x] [Pimp Skinny] Recognize, b**h this S.L.A.B We gon beat up, and down your AVE Steady commits, to acting bad Just like a bat, we'll beat your a** You haters better, do your math The lyrical wizard, with a staff Is ready to split, your sh** in half I love to see these, haters mad I got to get it, the mill ticket The S.L.A.B. family, gon make you feel it Pimp Skinny sho, love to spit it The G sh**, you hoes get it Whenever when they, wasn't with it Cause the thug sh**, I love to live it Just doing my thang, bring the pain Step to the side, while I make the change [Kepoe] K-E-P-O-E Fin to wreck, S-L-A-B Y'all know me, the one with the screens Four 18's, and a triple beam Call me Jada, four skate fader b**h like me in a Navigator That's now or later, I'm here to stay Me and Trae, in excelerators The key to the city, like P. Diddy From here to Philly, I'ma pop a wheely Like Ruff Ryders, through Nevada Show my a**, you know I gotta I'm a cause a, lot of drama Spinning heads, like Wonder Woman You hear me coming, from a mile away Whoa b**h, get out the way Like Ludacris, 24 karats all on my wrist I'ma roll out, till I make a hit Please believe, I'ma damage this dismantle it When I handle it, Lil' Kepoe fin to go split None of y'all, gon f** with this Cause I spin your head, like Exorcist [Hook - 2x] [Trae] Love to shine, on the grind to get paid Clear 'em out on blades, I'm a down South baller Shot caller, and a block brawler Swing, when I'm in a platinum Impala Two more to follow, when I ride the freeway With lil' J-Dog, pulling out the G way Bubble eyed up, talking on a three-way Say Trae, no time for the he-say she-say 2-2, when I'm on my B-Day Each and every day on the block, will be a P-Day T-Day'll be the day, you get a relay Relapse, what I'ma clap with a SK You got the plex, I'm shut the sh** down Strapped on nuts, swinging on the Grapevine Showing my a**, when I let my top down Break a n***a off, when I'm on that four line Four cars, ahead of ya Wanna stop my shine, but I ain't letting ya Better move around, 'fore I'm wetting ya With a BB vest on my chest, wrecking ya Checking ya, on the slab on the AVE Wood grain I grab, in a baby Nav' Alligator on my toes, it's so throwed Piece and chain, and on the center fold [Lil B] I'm a S-L-A-B representer With paint dripping, right off my fender Number one contender, heavy weight winner Eating tracks, like they bread dinner Kicking down your do, with a 4-4 Or calico, that'll tag your toe S.L.A.B. gon go, to the top Can't get caught slipping, I'ma co*k the Glock And when I pop the Glock, all hoes gon move Lil B on note, I done paid my dues Wanna run with a n***a, better lace your shoes Cause I be pulling more stunts, than Tom Cruise When the spit is over, yes I'm colder than North Dakota S.L.A.B. soldier, already told ya From the Southside got they mouth wide for a pound of doja You n***as know ya, better quit Playing games, cause we the sh** When I get mad it's wig split, on pen and pad we rocking it No stopping it, so stop hating Wide body, we navigating In mash mode, no procrastination Being number one, is my destination