I aint trippin St Nick (USA) (Ft. Lil Maru & ​oso da relli)

[Chorus: St Nick]
Take a bitch out, she gon' pay the check
I ain't trippin' on a nigga cuz I know I'm next
I ain't trippin' on a nigga, he can get the Tec
I ain't trippin' on a nigga they just wanna flex
Want the cash quick, I just want the check
I'ma get it out her ass and get it out her neck
We can [?]
We gon' roll him like a wood and we gon' fuckin' win

[Verse 1: Lil Maru]
I ain't trippin', got a baddie from the hood
She impressive, she be rollin' all my woods
Dead foolies in my pocket like it should
You wouldn't gas a brodie even if you could
Get off me, baby on me cuz I'm next
I be hittin' straight dabs, I be tryna catch my breath
Hella hoes on my line, I ain't even tryna flex
You ain't never gettin' money, you ain't never gettin' checks
Baby said she like the way I sauce
She rollin' off the juggies, she can't even ask the cost
Bitches break the game, bullets flyin' through your walls
My homies gettin' money, we be trappin' out the halls
Baby off the molly now she talkin' to Jesus
I don't really ever catch you [?] Neiman's
She like "Maru how you doin'?" then she call me a genius
Why she always tryna play? I'm tryna vibe like a venus