Trippin'

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