Trippin lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Chorus: Travis Scott & Wiz Khalifa]
Damn, aww, sh*t
All my n*ggas chillin' in the VIP
Poppin' bottles, you can't have a sip
Smokin' loud, you can't have a hit
Damn, aww, sh*t
All my n*ggas chillin' in the VIP (hahahahaha)
Poppin' bottles, you can't have a sip (uh)
Smokin' loud, you can't have a hit (yup)

[Verse: Wiz Khalifa]
All my n*ggas trippin' off the sh*ts (ayy, ayy)
All my n*ggas down to break a b*tch (ayy, ayy)
All my n*ggas rollin' out the planes (ayy, ayy)
All my n*ggas smokin' up they whip (yeah, yeah)
I'ma about my dollars, 'bout my chips (yeah, yeah)
I'ma take her home and give her di*k (yeah, yeah)
I'm on marijuana, hit my phone up
If you wanna hit this Kush and be a goner (be a goner)
Certified player with my section see them ballers (see them ballers)
KK in the air, tell the waitress bring them bottles
And I don't mind sharing, your b*tch helpin' us drink all this
I pull up in a hotbox, I'm stuntin' now and I don't even park it
They jaws droppin' like

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Wiz Khalifa]
Damn (woo), aww, sh*t (sh*t)
All my n*ggas chillin' in the VIP (ho)
Poppin' bottles, you can't have a sip (can't have none of this sh*t, man)
Smokin' loud, you can't have a hit ([?], where we at?)
Damn, aww, sh*t (oh, f*ck)
All my n*ggas chillin' in the VIP (hahahahaha)
Poppin' bottles, you can't have a sip (nothin')
Smokin' loud, you can't have a hit (ha)
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