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chii wvttz - don’t trip (original version) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(glo made that beat?)

[verse 1: c_hii wvttz]
tell brodie, “don’t run, don’t trip,” like (don’t trip)
every time i see the opps on clique (grrah, grrah)
don’t try to run, you can get hit, like
call up bro kay, got a beam on his grip (grrah, grrah)
we spin, two_tones in the whip
like, gotta stay safe, bro can’t get clipped (grrah_grrah, boom)
bullet holes feel like jelly_drip (gang)
like, ygk, y’all ain’t never do sh_t (gang_gang_gang)

[verse 2: kay flock]
they scream, “don’t run” (don’t run)
and they saw, when i come, i yell, “don’t trip” (don’t trip)
i’ma cl!ck, don’t miss (don’t miss)
don’t spin in them tints, them sh_ts get flipped (that sh_t get flipped)
c_hii said, “what you gon’ do with the witness?” (what?)
n_gga, they gettin’ clipped (n_gga, they gettin’ clipped)
n_gga, we spinnin’ on feet, we don’t need no v
so once i boom, better dip (better dip)
i could call gotti or notti or scottie (scottie or nottie)
i call gotti for addys and thots (facts)
i know notti gon’ flock so i keep him beside me (uh_huh)
i know scottie still movin’ too hotty (grrah_grrah)
he be fiendin’ and itchin’ to catch him a body (like, grrah)
he gon’ post up and smoke in your lobby
he said, “kay bro, i’m good, got this knock right beside me”
dougie b like d brady, no tommy
[verse 3: c_hii wvttz]
like, bro in the field, tryna catch him a homi’ (grrah_grrah)
we spinnin’, we smokin’ on lotti (gang, gang)
red beam, green beam, we movin’ oppy (look)
like swervo gon’ flock at your mommy (your mommy)
we smokin’ that dummy, that matt and that lotti (that lotti)
like, spin through the 8, they don’t try me
they chat on the ‘book and they say they gon’ find me (find me)
like, you could get left in the lobby (the lobby)

[verse 4: dougie b & c_hii wvttz]
baby, we can be whitney and bobby (lotti)
or we can get gritty, like keisha and tommy (keisha)
with or without you, i’m catchin’ a body (brrt)
she wanna f_ck, don’t touch this masi’ (baow, baow, baow)
and these demons keep talkin’ to me
they like, “dougie walk up, you can’t dump out the v” (don’t)
spin through the 8, put that boy on a tee (like, what?)
hollows hit his silly, pop him, make him geek

[verse 5: kay flock]
i told dougie, “just chill, don’t dump out that v”, like
“park up the whip, let’s go creep”
why they runnin’? only let off three (like, grrah)
spot his man, he right across the street (grrah_grrah)
hollows hit his body, make him geek (geek, like)
geek, make him tweak, like (make him geek)
hit him across the street
don’t got the gun, that’s on bro he get beat, like
[verse 6: nas ebk]
laughin’ and braggin’ and trappin’ (what?)
i had to get out the sadness
on a drill, see this madness (grrah)
sendin’ shots, sh_t is tragic
i’m on that block, with the ratchet
back out the knocks, like, what happened? (grrah)
you can get shot, i ain’t cappin’
throw up the gz, i’ma blast it
blitz through the t’s, like the mavericks
pop me a e, for the action
bmg eat, on reactions
runnin’ to me, then i’m backin’, like
n_gga, you do not know me (what?)
pull up to your crib in the stoley (grrah)
shoot to the left, like ginóbili
and i’m clutch, like i’m kobe
hop out the v, by my doley
started drillin’, i was lonely
now i’m winning, now they know me
now i’m winning, now they know me, like
like

- chii wvttz

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