Prolly Don Trip (Ft. Yo Gotti)

[Chorus: Don Trip]
Okay, I never go nowhere without my heat, you prolly love that
I still go and get in the street, you prolly love that
With a couple bad bitches in the suite, you prolly love that
Wearin' nothin' but red bottoms on their feet, you prolly love that

[Verse 1: Don Trip]
Okay I'm fresh to death, I'm a fly guy killin' more shit than the drive by
Real shit, I'm laid back my brother Piff's a live wire
In the streets, flippin' pound, my set jumpin', I'm a high flier
I sold dope, my flow dope, I'm hot enough to start a wild fire
Another song in my archive. I'm about to blow like a bald tire
Ballin' out with my brother, then we get titty money and dog pile
30 30's and carbines I'm suited up like I'm on trial
I got a fully auto assault rifle that about the size of a small child
We can never be talked down, you go underground and we follow
We grind hard and we ball hard, other words, we don't call fouls
Got a bad bitch that's an immigrant. She try to act all innocent, But she turn into my little porn star behind closed doors and limo tint

[Chorus: Don Trip]
Okay, I never go nowhere without my heat, you prolly love that
I still go and get in the street, you prolly love that
With a couple bad bitches in the suite, you prolly love that
Wearin' nothin' but red bottoms on their feet, you prolly love that
This is the life, lord
I got dirty money comin' out my pours
Fame, tour, I think one of these bitches could be yours